When Dad went out - we’d splash about
and sometimes drink the water…
But sister said - we will have to move
To a drier place - we ought-ta …
Thats the idea Pats
Robert if these are your own poems then put your name on them or they can be pinched quite legitimately!
Removed by RJ
THANKS MB,
I started to add
© Robert Junior 2013 THEN I fell out of the habit
I have had a couple pinched and published. I haven’t posted any in that particular series as they were spiritual & I don’t think this is the place to share them.
RJ.
Hello Robert …
I had a Cuckoo clock - that had a stutter,
It would croak a ‘cuck…’
And an ‘ooo’ it would mutter…
It had to go :!:
True Robert …:-p
I like that PatsCG. thankyou.
Thought of my clock today - for some reason - he gave years of good service though …
To Roberto …
Me eyes want to close - in need of a doze …
But I wont let that happen - I wont be caught ‘nappin’
I wont give in - till the clock strikes TEN …
Then nod off at that stroke - I hope…:-p
I wrote this for my grand daughters 1st birthday
Matilda is our little treasure
She gives us hours of pride & pleasure
Mike & Emily have proved to be
The best parents that could ever be
Bold as brass Matilda explores
Dashing through open doors
She loves some mud and rolls in sand
Watches leaves and trees and ducks and
Looks carefully at everything around
When nanny, streets of Romsey pounds.
She is a happy soul and quite contented
In the house her mum & dad have rented
Soon she’ll be up & walking
Hey mum & dad she’s started talking
“Thank you mum & dad, for loving me
I’m as happy as happy could be”
That’s lovely Robert, I pictured my own grandchildren whilst reading it 
Love that poem Robert - thanks …
Lucky Matilda …:-p
Thankyou ladies for your warm comments.
At the end of the day when all is said and done
Agreement is a must for you & everyone
Hold a grudge and feed it each & every day
Will just give you ulcers, or strike you some other way
Today I tripped and knocked my front teeth out
“OH calamity“, my heard me from the garden shout
Now I look so silly with a big gap in my smile
“Robert dear, You’ve been silly now for quite a long while”
Upon my soul, gadzooks and silly stuff like that
It’s summer time already & I haven’t got a hat
Don’t worry said my wife, the ever lovely Gill
“I’ve got one for your birthday, Have you had your pills?”
It’s the SILLY season so I wrote a silly song
Young lovers do a courting go
Down to old lovers lane don’t’cha know
Fair maidens offer sometimes their charms
And melt into young fellers arms
With a hey nonny hey nonny hey nonny ho
With a hey nonny hey nonny hey nonny ho
They risk the wrath of their fathers and
Sing and dance & follow the band
Showing the lads their flowing tresses
Squeezed into revealing dresses
With a hey nonny hey nonny hey nonny ho
With a hey nonny hey nonny hey nonny ho
more later
What a difference a bit of sunshine makes, Robert! 
Great poems!
I’ve a grin from ear to ear - dontcha know … 
I wasn’t a very good barman at all. Still, aged just 18 the regulars seemed to like me and referring to me as young smiler. Looking back a more accurate title might be Gullible. I grew to like the working men’s club which employed me and where I could be found pulling pints all weekend. In return I grew to like the lively atmosphere and Guinness. It was good for you. After years of eating bananas and beans to put on weight, the numerous bottles of Guinness & Mackeson , generously paid for me by the tipsy clientele began to do the trick.
Talking of tricks, I feel able with a suitable passage of time, 35 years now, I can confess that some customers were cheated . The steward and his wife, Eddy and Jenny, Canadians by birth and both spotty by malevolent misfortune; were both convinced they were being stolen from as every stocktake showed a loss. I had nothing to do with the loss. I have a completely clear conscience on that score, but I was guilty of conspiring to make good their losses … The stewards, Eddy and Jenny, were soon replaced by the Committee, probably because they were closing in the real culprits.
Enter Arthur and ·Kathy, who promptly sacked everyone but me, I must have projected honesty, and brought in their own trusted staff.
As the replacements were all related to them I can only presume that they took the view that if they were going to be robbed, it might just as well be kept in the family.
Arthur was an intense bald little man with huge bulging eyes, and a permanent expression of bewilderment because his family didn’t let him down and the stock losses continued unabated.
Arthur was soon replaced by the committee, and the losses stopped … No doubt they didn’t want to kill the golden goose.