grandpa's knee

[william williams]

I Hope You Like It

A LITTLE GIRL SITTING ON HER GRANDPA’S KNEE


Will you tell me once more grandpa, about the times of long ago?
When you were but a little kid, just like me here today.
When great grandma she nursed you, and taught you how to pray
And upon your bended knees you knelt, beside your bed you prayed.

Why grandpa all those games you played, and the mischief that you once did,
Like putting a big fat bull frog, in Aunty Shirley’s feather bed.
And how you chased the kittens in the dairy by the shed
and one landed in a can of milk, you ran an told them in the shed.

An the cows you gave them all a name but one was not polite
There was Daisy, Mary an Buttercup an one you called sh_ _ head
Oh grandpa, I nearly said a naughty word I’m sorry, yes I am.
But grandpa, don’t tell grandma, or she’ll send me off to bed.

So squeeze an cuddle me please grandpa, before I have to go,
I’ll brush my teeth an clean them not like yours, that sitting by the bed.
Then into bed I’ll climb and beware of Aunty Shirley’s long lost frog
And I’ll cuddle into teddy an squeeze him, when I go to sleep

[Terry]

Grandpa's and Granddaughters; I've only got Grandsons myself Bill,
But they're all special aren't they.
I've milked a few cows in my time as well and known a couple like the one you mention.

Terry

[Maureen K Clifford]

i've never milked cows - I don't like cows much - but I well remember kittens in a friends dairy and they were cute little mischief makers - always into something that was for sure. The cows were always so careful around them as well.

[william williams]

thank you Terry and Maureen yes simple things that kids and animals do and say often bring life to a poem.


bill the old battler

[Neville Briggs]

Goodonya Bill. I don't know what grandpa is going to tell, little Miss seems to know it all anyway

[Ron]

I can definately relate to that one Bill! well done mate!

Ron

[alongtimegone]

Lovely memories Bill.
Wazza