Petit Prince


After darkness comes the light. Bath time, a happy face under a towel, a hug, a chat and a cuddle.

There is no sweeter, kinder more caring and thoughtful boy in the whole wide world than this one…

My saving grace,
His smiling face.
He asks if I could be king?
As he fancies himself a prince.

“But you’d have to share the food,
Not be a greedy guts…”
Unlike his cheeky sister this e’en.
We’d all live very well, ruled by
The kindest boy in all the world.

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