Aiden

Aiden is the two year old son of friends of ours' who spent new years' eve and day with us. I penned these words purely as a poem to him as he was having the time of his life playing in the swimming pool with his dad Greg. If anyone feels that they have chords that they would like to fit - please feel free.

AIDEN            Buvvy  01/01/2009
SMALL   &  SHORT,  NOT  TOO  STOUT
CURLY  BLOND  HAIR  ABOVE  HIS  SNOUT
AIDEN  THE  MAN
THE  NEWBORN  OF  THE  LOCKIE  CLAN
NOT  IN  SCHOOL
DON’T  BE  A  FOOL
HE  IS  WAY  TOO  COOL
ALSO  FAR  TOO  YOUNG
TO  CARRY  A  GUN
MAYBE  A  PLASTIC  ONE  -  JUST  FOR  FUN
LIFE  AT  THE  MOMENT
TAKES  UP  HIS  TIME
OF SLEEPING,  EATING  &  STAYING  FINE
DOES  HE  SCREAM
SOME  OF   THE  TIME
CAN  HE  SHOUT
BELIEVE  ME,  THERE  IS  NO  DOUBT
EATING,  SLEEPING,  DRINKING  TOO
I  JUST  HOPE  YOU  NEVER  TAKE  HIM  TO  A  ZOO
PUT  HIM  IN  THE  POOL
POOR  DAD,  HE  THINKS  YOU’RE  A  FOOL
LITTLE  BOAT,  FULL  OF  AIR
AS  LONG  AS  HE  DOESN’T  WET  HIS  HAIR
WILL  HE  SINK
NOT  REALLY   WE  THINK
LOTS  OF  FUN
THE  FIRST  OF  JANUARY
LET’S  TELL  EVERYONE
HOW  I  ENJOYED  A  DAY  IN  THE  POOL
AND  DAD  -  I  DON’T  THINK  YOU’RE  A  FOOL
I  ACTUALLY  THINK  YOU’RE  VERY  COOL