Monday, 31 July 2017

Must With A Push

My friend, Mustard, has intelligence,
And without a hidden pretence,
He does adhere to his near and dear
And his daughter who acts sincere.

She builds his foundation to build upon
And he arises to the morning sun
To greet her into the day
Without negativities at play.

She can be stubborn, but with a hand
She can stand tall in sinking sand,
As Mustard can heal her temper
Of assaulting behaviour.

Mustard does lie on the floor
Sometimes a bore of a chore
To speak to him some more
Which I do implore.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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