across the boy’s backyard
The boys have been out all day
playing very, very hard
As the shadows now grow longer
a cold nip comes in the air
And the night breeze dances
through the boys untidy hair
Mum unlocks and gently opens
the rumpus room’s glass door
With all her might she bellows out
I won’t call you any more
Pack away all your toys
put your bikes back in the shed
‘cause if I have to come and do it
you will wish that you were dead
Hurry up now, move much faster
‘cause I’m going to start the bath
Come on fellas, help me out here,
concentrate and do not laugh
The Boys
Alexander : Brendan : Nathan.
Could this be it, the end of life?
No, said the Doc, of this I'm sure,
I've seen this many times before.
A simple test should do the trick,
Then a quick little op will give it the flick.
Invasive procedure, they made me numb,
Pipes and gizmos inserted up my bum.
They look and check inside to see,
Has cancer begun to grow in me?
Relieved am I, kids and wife too,
To hear Doc say, there's nothing wrong with you.
But, no 'how's your father?' or 'sorry mate',
They just tell me how I should feel great.
Me
Anthony Parker
