my auntie gives me a colouring book and crayons <br />I begin to colour <br />after a while auntie leans over and says <br />you've gone over the lines <br />what do you think they're there for <br />eh? <br />some kind of statement is it? <br />going to be a rebel are we? <br />your auntie gives you a lovely present <br />and you have to go and ruin it <br />I begin to cry <br />my uncle gives me a hanky and some blank paper <br />do some doggies of your own he says <br />I begin to colour <br />when I have done <br />he looks over <br />and says they are all very good <br />he is lying <br />only some of them are<br /><br />John Hegley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncle-and-auntie/
