Uncle Billy
My Uncle Billy can sometimes be really funny, I like my Uncle Billy.
Sometimes mum says he's a little silly.
I like to play with my Uncle Billy; I like to have a game of cricket.
When I'm bowling I always hit the wicket.
My Uncle Billy buys me lots of toys; when my Uncle Billy comes to stay my mum always complains about the noise.
On Saturdays my Uncle Billy takes me to the town market.
We bought mum a present, a brand new carpet.
Dad didn't like the carpet; he said it looked like an old shirt.
Both Uncle Billy and I were very hurt.
Mum told dad off and apologised to Uncle Billy, then mum told dad not to be so silly.
On Sunday Uncle Billy, dad and I went fishing, for hours we sat there.
For dinner tonight I wandered what to wear; my jeans or trousers, jumper and tie.
As I gazed into the water something caught my eye.
Bobbing at the end of my line was the float and the bait; a big juicy fly.
At the end of the day all that was caught, only from me was a big green root.
Dad caught an old man's boot.
Uncle Billy caught the best, a big fat fish; that will be a treat for tonight's dish.
Uncle Billy has to go back on Monday morning, I want him to stay mum says he has to go away.
Still he will be back next weekend, Uncle Billy and I can once more drive mum and dad round the bend.
So roll on next Saturday so I can get some more toys and of course make some more noise.
Good bye for now Uncle Billy, Mum's right he really is silly.
P. Gordon
23/ 1/ 92