Lulu

Its nice, the kids at school, to sit and chat
And take a well earned rest. Not that
I don't enjoy the kids, they're such
Hard work sometimes. Not much
By way of biscuits I'm afraid
Just some plain wholesome ones I made
The children wouldn't eat. May I enquire
How Shirley's getting on now in the choir ?
Yes, Lu is doing well at school,
The learning's fun, her teachers "cool".
Did I tell you of the other night ?
Sweet darling child, a caring soul,
She woke quite late and in a fright.
To calm her down and put to flight
The nightmares that disturbed her sleep,
I tried a story, cuddles too but
Nothing would console poor Lu
In desperation, what to do ?
We turned the television on.
You look askance, and rightly so,
Poor substitute for Mother's love or
Father's kisses. Normally I'd never do it
But we had spent the evening out,
It was a birthday treat. That's
Right, "Another year, another wrinkle",
Laugh then if you must ! Pat's
Teased as only husbands can,
But just you wait, he's thirty two
In three months time; I have a plan.
But anyhow as I was saying,
Eleven at night and I was playing
The "One Hundred and One Dalmation's" tape.
And little Lulu drifted off
Just as they carried the puppies off.
Next morning we awoke to find
The little madam, arms entwined
About her stuffed Dalmation pup.
But not in bed, she'd woken up,
Half sleepily recalled the plight,
From video played the previous night,
Of dogs in need of ransom money.
She'd opened the window, it wasn't funny,
And scrambled somehow into the tree;
I tell you it really frightened me
To think she could have fallen. Still,
To tree house safely from window cill,
With blanket around her, money in one hand,
Puppy the other, she sought to stand
Up to Cruella De Ville.
You have to admire her courage and pluck,
Fortunately though once there she was stuck.
Pat fitted a padlock as well as a Yale,
No doubt she tried, but to no avail
To open the door, or to climb back in
But fast asleep with her money tin
Near her we found her next morning.
When Jason awoke, still sleepy and yawning
And asked about the nights commotion,
Of Lu's departure, my emotion,
I had to tell him the noise was a dream;
He'd heard us return, car engine, me scream.
Well Pat, bless his heart, was larking about
You know how they get whenever their out
And had a few drinks. With amourous urge
He canoodled and goosed me, close by the verge.
Besides the young lad's not even four
If he knew of Lu's exploits you could be sure
He'd be out in the tree house with her next time.
One final twist to this whole pantomime
A crayoned note she left us to read
"Gone puppy hunting. Please can you feed
Jemima and Hector", the gerbils we bought her.
I've never known such a mischievous daughter.