Your daughter’s boyfriends
Always called you Big Bad Mike.
You bloody loved it.

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Hands like dinner plates.
Fingers like cooked sausages.
A heart like soft mash.

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I would do pull-ups
Using your arm as the bar.
I grew, you stayed still.

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You kiss my mother
Every day of the week.
I shan’t forget that.

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You taught me to pun,
Like a leopard taught to run.
Try and spot the joke.

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Buttering the bread
With your six-year-old grandson,
Unsure who’s in charge.

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Red Jelly Baby
Left in the pack ’til the end.
One tasty murder.

© Carl Burkitt 2013