He once met a man online
Who he thought was terribly fine
He’s beating him a chess
His game is a mess
And I can’t think of a last line
He once met a man online
Who he thought was terribly fine
He’s beating him a chess
His game is a mess
And I can’t think of a last line
There was a child with a dilemma
They didn’t quite understand gender
It was more than a faze
It was not just a craze
They might have been both or neither
There was a silly young girl
Who fell for a girl with a curl
She knew it was pointless
Telling her would be useless
But her poor head remained in a whirl
Kay peered down through the skylight at the family sitting around the table. The youngest a boy reached for the bread and one of the older girls pulled it away responding to the mother’s command. She couldn’t see a father the boys were all too young. She looked closer. The children didn’t seem at all alike but half resembled the mother in some feature. They must have different fathers she decided and they all must have left. Then the kitchen door opened. The children jumped up to great the woman who walked in, their other mother Kay realised. Kay could now see the woman’s resemblance to the other children. Kay smiled down at the family she should have known better than to assume.