Tiny little fingers and tiny little toes
I am a new born baby, life is grand they say
My parents, well they both work all day
Empty life, why? now that only heaven knows!



Tiny little fingers and tiny little toes
One year old today, only day care seems to know



Remember my tiny little fingers?
Even my tiny little toes
Two years old now, and what do I know
Helen at day care, I think she is my mum
I know she is there, she makes my each day fun
Now who do you think is me dad?,
Ken the yardsman, at least to see me he is glad!!



Little fingers are now growing
I see slightly bigger... little toes
Five years old I am today, to preschool I now go
Education is what I need, least that is what they say
So I have a new "mum?" lets call her... Aunty teacher Fay!!



Little fingers and little toes
I started second school today
Teacher is a grumpy old so and so
Tell her to shove it anyway
Let me back on the streets to have a bit more fun
Ed-duu-muck-kate someone else, I don't need to be like mum



Terrible lifting fingers and filthy little toes
Rebelling against everything is the way it goes
Evenings on the streets, with me bestest mates
Against the law, up you too, is the road we take
So lock me up, do your worst, who are you anyway?...
Uncle Jim? mum and dad?, that is who you say
Retiring early, due to wealth, made working all these years
Eventually tho, you really are... just...
Strangers... who only brought your child... tears...


This was all written in about 15 minutes, so it is a little rough round the edges. It is in reply to something that I heard on the radio one day that disgusted me, and that was that in working families, where both parents work, the parents spend more time checking their email, than playing with their children each day!!
This is also an Acrostic poem with a message made up from the first letters of each line.

WHAT A LIFE Contributed by Mick_Puttock on Saturday, 1st March 2003 @ 02:30:00 PM in AEST Topic: Lifepoems Tiny little fingers and tiny little toes I am a new born baby, life is grand they say My parents, well they both work all day Empty life, why? now that only heaven knows! Tiny little fingers and tiny little toes One year old today, only day care seems to know Remember my tiny little fingers? Even my tiny little toes Two years old now, and what do I know Helen at day care, I think she is my mum I know she is there, she makes my each day fun Now who do you think is me dad?, Ken the yardsman, at least to see me he is glad!! Little fingers are now growing I see slightly bigger... little toes Five years old I am today, to preschool I now go Education is what I need, least that is what they say So I have a new "mum?" lets call her... Aunty teacher Fay!! Little fingers and little toes I started second school today Teacher is a grumpy old so and so Tell her to shove it anyway Let me back on the streets to have a bit more fun Ed-duu-muck-kate someone else, I don't need to be like mum Terrible lifting fingers and filthy little toes Rebelling against everything is the way it goes Evenings on the streets, with me bestest mates Against the law, up you too, is the road we take So lock me up, do your worst, who are you anyway?... Uncle Jim? mum and dad?, that is who you say Retiring early, due to wealth, made working all these years Eventually tho, you really are... just... Strangers... who only brought your child... tears... This was all written in about 15 minutes, so it is a little rough round the edges. It is in reply to something that I heard on the radio one day that disgusted me, and that was that in working families, where both parents work, the parents spend more time checking their email, than playing with their children each day!! This is also an Acrostic poem with a message made up from the first letters of each line. Mick Puttock Copyright © Mick_Puttock ... [ 2003-03-01 14:30:00] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem