ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

MY DAD'S BELLY

My father jiggles as he walks
Or maybe just his belly
It hangs over his leather belt
And wobbles just like jelly

It grumbles when it isn't fed
I guess it wants some dinner
It wouldn't grumble quite so much
If dear old dad was thinner

At night I like to bounce on it
It's like a trampoline
I paint it orange once a year
But just on Halloween

I love my father very much
I know that he loves me
I think we are the best of friends
My dad's belly and me

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper January 2015

At present I'm trying to get rid of mine although it doesn't jiggle when I walk. If it did I don't think I'd go walking. I like the trampoline bit. That would really illustrate well.
Keep them coming.
Wazza

You and me both Wazza. Like father, like son where I am concerned.