CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER, THEN BEGAN TO LAUGH
CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER BUT I HAVEN'T GOT A SCAR
IT WAS SO VERY PAINFUL THAT I ALMOST CRIED,
YET CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER RIGHT HERE ON THE SIDE
AFTER A LITTLE WHILE I HAD COCO AND THEN A BATH
CHARLIE WENT TO BED AND I HEARD HIM LAUGH
WHY'S CHARLIE LAUGHING I ASKED MY MUM
"COZ DAD'S READING HIM A BOOK AND TICKLING HIS TUM"
HOW'S HE FIND IT FUNNY, HE'S TOO YOUNG TO KNOW
BUT CHARLIE LAUGHED HE LAUGHED AT ME, WHEN HE BIT MY FINGER SO
MY DAD PUT IT IN A DVD FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE
I WASN'T VERY HAPPY IN FACT I WAS ANGRY, ANGRY AS CAN BE
THAT EVERYONE IN THE WORLD WAS LAUGHING, LAUGHING JUST AT ME
I TOLD MY MUM IT WASN'T FUN, THEM ALL GIGGLING AT ME
MY MUM SAID I DON'T THINK THEY ARE HAVING FUN AT YOU, HONEY
TAKE A LOOK IN YOUR BROTHERS FACE WHEN HE LAUGHS OUT LOUD
IT'LL SEND JOY ACROSS YOUR FACE AND SPIN YOU IN A CLOUD
I WENT DOWN TO BREAKFAST CHARLIE WAS EATING TOAST
MY FACE WENT VERY WHITE AS IF I'D SEEN A GHOST
A WARM GLOW ROSE INSIDE AS IF IN A CHIMNEY
WHEN CHARLIE TOOK ONE LITTLE GLANCE LOOKING RIGHT AT ME
A BIG GRIN APPEARED ON HIS FACE FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE
I PUT MY HAND UPON HIS HEAD AND TOUCHED HIS LITTLE FACE
THEN CHARLIE TURNED HIS HEAD I THOUGHT TO HAVE A LOOK
BUT CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER, A REALLY HARD BITE HE TOOK
HARDER THAN I HAD EXPECTED HIM TO, HARDER THAN I THOUGHT
CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER AND I DROPPED MY EFFING BOOK.
Friday, 30 September 2011
CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER HARD
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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