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Jordan James is now three years old He's feisty, boisterous, cheeky and bold Most of the time such a loving child But the rest of the time he's really wild. Goodbye time I offer my cheek It's not my cheek; it's my lips he seeks He now hates his pram, he wants to walk He takes off, gotta watch him like a hawk. He and his sister all they do is fight From when they wake, through noon and night But when they're apart they don't know what to do Lost and lonely, they haven't got a clue. They goad each other to antagonise my dad Knowing exactly what to do to drive him mad Dragging the carpet to the front door This starts him shouting they know for sure. It's natural for Jordan to misbehave Yet he stands his ground, he's really brave The way to handle him is to softly speak By screaming and shouting, it's a losing streak. I'm constantly scolding him for things he's hurled But I wouldn't change him for the World The little tyke is a little tinker He's got me where he wants me, hook, line and sinker.
Your rhymes in this poem work really well - I think the over all jokey manner mixed with sarcasm and your own obvious awe of these characters combine excellently - the last line is particularly well placed - Good stuff.