If you wake up at the crack of dawn,
To shouting and hoorahs.
If you start the day with brekky mess,
And carpet littered with cars.
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If you see objects as missiles waiting,
Ripe and ready to be thrown,
If you are forced to lock away,
The precious things you own.
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If you avoid fancy restaurants,
Or even small cafes,
If you panic at slow moving queues,
That could home a screaming craze.
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If you steer clear of quiet spaces,
Which require a low hushed voice.
If you are yet to teach the skill,
Of whispering by choice.
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If you spend much of your time,
Shouting ‘stop that’s just too rough!’
If you are skilled at kissing bumps,
And saying ‘lucky you’re so tough.’
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If you fly out the door each day,
And shut the mess behind.
If you unleash their energy,
Upon any park you find.
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If getting dressed is the struggle,
Of finding stain-free clothes.
If looking at their fingernails,
Makes you want to grab the hose.
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I’m starting to get the idea now,
That you have a boy at home.
A little man just setting out,
To make the world his own.
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And through the mess and noise they bring,
Something special still.
Tight bear hugs and kisses too,
A strong, determined will.
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Laughter echoes through the house,
With unabashed delight,
Kindness comes in clunky serves,
Of sandwiches to bite.
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Love is offered without condition,
And at the end of every day,
You get the warm, weary cuddles of,
A boy who’s exhausted himself from play.
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So if you wouldn’t change a single thing,
(Though a cleaner you might employ),
Then you must be one of the lucky ones,
Who gets to love a little boy.
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