A day of childish fun and poetry,
With childish pain and doctors thrown in too.
Josephine made up some poems with me,
We danced, ate out in Wilmslow, then she threw
The afternoon into turmoil. We knew
She had tummy pains, but they got so bad
We took her to the clinic, where the view
Was that it wasn’t serious. She had
Her medicine, and soon her mum was glad
That all was well. I can already see
That though she’s only five, she’s learned a few
Poetic tricks - rhythm, rhyme, death! This dad
Was very proud. She’s now being naughty -
She’s out of bed and shouting at us two!
Tue 1 Apr 2008
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