365 Poems in 365 Days: Uncle or Drunkle?
For number 71, I wrote this about my nephew whose parents are trying to get the Dutch authorities to accept a double-barrelled surname.
Felix, young Felix, Felix D-W
You're too babyish to know what to do
So you just lie there gurgling goo
Don't deny it, you know it's true
Felix, oh Felix, Felix D-W
Felix, hey Felix, Felix W-D
This lying around has to stop, don't you see
Somehow you're even lazier than me
We should go out, run, maybe climb a tree
Felix, yes Felix, Felix W-D
Felix, young Felix, Felix D-W
You're too babyish to know what to do
So you just lie there gurgling goo
Don't deny it, you know it's true
Felix, oh Felix, Felix D-W
Felix, hey Felix, Felix W-D
This lying around has to stop, don't you see
Somehow you're even lazier than me
We should go out, run, maybe climb a tree
Felix, yes Felix, Felix W-D
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