Steven my grandson is my pride and joy. <br /> A happy, fun-loving, and bright little boy. <br /> Bright red hair, eyes of green <br /> He looks a picture when first seen. <br /> When he's in trouble he sits with a frown <br /> Then he gets up and jumps up and down. <br /> He handcuffed his dog Hamish to a chair <br /> Hamish just sat with a mournful stare. <br /> I don't know how often his Mother has said <br /> Any more nonsense and you're off to bed <br /> Steven says sorry and promises to be good <br /> Then he forgets and starts being rude. <br /> So off to bed Steven must go <br /> His face seems to lose all of its glow. <br /> The blinds are pulled down when it's still light. <br /> Steven's having another early night. <br /> If I didn't have Steven, what would I do? <br /> I wouldn't change him, who would? Would you?<br /><br />Elizabeth Tees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steven/
