Beppo

As a young boy about five
I wanted to own a doll
There was just brother and me
Mother shook her head sadly
And just said "We'll see, we'll see"

So she searched for an old one
And asked a neighbour to help
Whose young girl had quite a few
The little girl stood her ground
Shook head, no doll to be found

So as Christmas now drew near
Woke early to find my gifts
Glad to find Santa bought me one
Not a doll but stuffed monkey
Called it Beppo, happy me!

I loved that toy many years
Mended lots as he wore out
Where I went he did too
Slept with me every night
I never woke in a fright

The family moved one year
To nicer house in next town
Found Beppo hadn't come too
Tears were shed I was but nine
Got bike instead, which was fine

In case you ask; yes, this is a true story of me many years ago.

Rough and Tumble

I don't remember when I was one
My babyhood was scarcely gone
I had a brother that is for sure
Who now thought he'd get less than more

For I'd encroached upon his space
He had to learn with much bad grace
He'd been promised a sister fair
But got me for whom he didn't care

We'd get sent in the garden to play
Neither of us did get our way
He'd push and shove and get all the toys
Because we were just normal boys

How did I survive those early years?
For I often ran to mum in tears
Strange that he was the one with curls
Yet I wanted to play with girls

I craved a dolly for me to nurse
So was bought one from mother's purse
I now wonder where that doll went
For that money was so well spent

Rough and tumble was not my game
I was a rose by another name
Not for me brazen gallantry
But sweet thoughts and poetry

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A long wait

How envious I was

Of the girl up our rough road

I was so forlorn

She had many dolls

Messy me, never had one

Just cars and soldiers

My mum saw my grief

Calculating, asked girl’s Ma

"Is there a spare one?"

Shock! Girl shook her head

Had to wait a few more years

To get a real one

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