If I had a son
His name would be Iain
And his hair would be curly
And he would be a gangly teen
Who would grow
To become a strong man
And he would be gentle
Like his grandfathers before him
He would cycle a bike
And kick a ball
And hug his Grannies
And he would love his Ma
And Protect his sisters
And take his auldfella for a pint
Of a Sunday
Tall and likes a pint?
ReplyDeleteI'll see what I can do, just leave me a wee list of the times when you are out of a night and I'll nip round and lean mah oul pushbike up against your coalshed for a few hours.
Leave out Sunday's, the last time I put in a few extra hours on the Sabbath I had to stop blogging for a year!
I always wanted a brother like that...
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ReplyDeleteIt's only natural at my age for certain equipment not to be as good as it once was. Like fruit, we all soften with age, wither then finally droop. Such is life.
I feel yer pain pal, the only parts of my body to get stiff these days are me knees. Never thought I'd welcome arthritis!
ReplyDeleteAfter very nearly failing to perform in bed last night, Map's dear wife said she'd pop to the Internet Cafe and research erectile dysfunction.
ReplyDeleteIf he went wither.
And what if you had a son and he turned out to be the opposite, you'd still love him I reckon.
ReplyDeleteWant me to go and see if there are any more jars of "Peace of Mind"? ;)
ReplyDeleteBe patient. I see grandsons on the horizon.
ReplyDeleteMy eldest's name is Ian
ReplyDeletehis hair is straight
his eye's blue/green like his old man's
the docs say he'll top 6'5
he loves his Ma
he has an innate sense of justice and is honest to a fault
he adores his little brother when not fighting with him
and for his old man's birthday
he bought him Guinness
cuz in his words
"my daddy likes it."
Kono; Good kid! :¬)
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