Treasure Island

debbie gregory


Little Boys and their Toys


Little boys and their toys go together
like clouds in the sky make up the weather

Little boys and their toys make a big mess
till they grow up and notice a girl in a dress

Little boys and their toys never really grow up
just the price of their toys go up and up


A little motor boat to play in the water
now cost a million and a quarter

A little billy cart out the back
is now a grand racing car on the track

A sleep over at a freinds
turns into the hangover that never ends

Never send them to the rubbish tip
it will always end in a three day fishing trip

Their needs have not changed that much over time
leave that alone cos thats mine

They promise their kids some day you will have it
but till then dont touch it

I tell my kids dont hold your breathe waitng
for soon you will forget and start dating

The circle of life goes round and round
the next generation has toys their father never found

Little boys and their toys will never part
they just keep on going and breaking your heart......

Submitted: Sunday, November 23, 2008

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  • Marilyn Lott (11/23/2008 9:29:00 AM)

    I love this one! So true, Debbie, and you put it so well. If I could rate, I would give it a '10! ' Excellent!

    Best Wishes,
    Marilyn (Report) Reply

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