Ode to number 2...

It's Sunday night
Nothing much to do
'Cept Play on the puter
and dream about you

Will you be smart...
perhaps break my heart?
Will you dance alone
and refuse to play the clone?

Will you follow ymir
and grow hair on your '_ear,
Share his fondness for prose
and drink ale till it shows?

Or will you take after Sophie
who jumps round like a flea...
who shows no respect at all
for her huge dowery... ( NOT!)

With a bit of good luck
you might love driving trucks
Another kid with a love of speed
now that's just what I need.

But you know the best part
You're already in my heart
And whatever you are
Whoever you want to be
That's cool with me..
Afterall... I'm your mummy!

((HUGS)) little button...

Please excuse my self indulgent feelings for this creature that is kicking me in the nether regions...BIG TIME....

Charlie
(off the drugs but full of maternal hormones)