[BusyBee]

I know its not a professional one, but my son reminded me of this effort I did for his 21st birthday. Hope you like it.


Sons like you don't grow on trees
No fresh veg, just tinned green peas
But sons like you are just the best
Head and shoulders above the rest
Over the years you drove us mad
But those childhood times were never bad
Snotty noses and dirty nappies
Have changed to smelly boots and football sockies
From broken ankles to glandular fever
When you're well we all shout Viva!
21 years have just flown by
But you've turned out to be quite a guy
So to finish this poem I'd like to say
What DO you want for your Birthday?