Must With A Push

My friend Mustard has intelligence,

And without any 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 early morning sun

To greet her into the start of her day

With lots of pleasantries to nicely say.

 

She can be stubborn, but with a hand

She can stand tall in the sinking sand,

As Mustard can heal her hot temper

Of assaulting everyone behaviour.

 

Mustard does lie on the cold floor

And does not like doing a chore,

He drinks and smokes all the while

But still manages to raise a smile.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.