Treasure Island

Charles Hancock


Little Boy Blue


It all started out as some innuendo
Now we have a seven pound memento
Our very own little boy blue
That changed my point of view

It was four years after our first date
That you told me that you were late
I wasn't sure about this family thing
Diapers, puke, and a teething ring

With his red hair and high noise level
I think he'll be our own Tasmanian Devil
Wakes up the dead when he squeals
Rambunctious as Patton's Hell on Wheels

I guess I'll sell my beloved Harley in the spring
Find a place with room for a backyard swing
Trading in our Saturday nights out
For a little bald guy with a lot of clout

I didn't know what love was until he came
Now nothing in my life will ever be the same
Each day with him is is nothing less than amazing
And it's the Good Lord who we're praising

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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