MY IAN!!!
Now Ian were a big lad , you know big bonedWhen he were a pree school age he went to
A play school , or pree school , kindergarten
Or what eaver it were called
One fine day I went to pick the lad
I went in , maxe my self known
The women tesr calls out , '' Ian, your uncle
Kens hear''
I went to my knees, as they, the exports suggest
Made my self as small as I could , a big mistake!
All the kids mistook me for a monkey clime!!!
Well I'm small boned , so a bit thin , so I guess
My frame looks like a monkey frame, I suppose
Suddenly , all the kids decide they goner be monkeys!
Well I disappear , then I hear , '' my Ken'' , '' not your Ken''
I freed my self , well got my heard out , well breathing was
kinder hard , when a three year old were using my addams apple
as a step
Ian came towards me , like a scrum half ( a quarterback!) tossing
The other kids in to the air all the time saying '' my Ken'' , ''not your Ken''
He soon had me free of the little monkeys , gave me a hug,
He looked all around , eyes daring one and all to
Lay claim to me as their Ken!!!
Now how to respond ,react , I felt so proud and loved
So hugged him tight , ''my Ian''.
Ken D Williams
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-08-13 at 00:33
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