Sir Yellalot

Sir Yellalot - for Ian, Julie and Eliot

He's kept his parents on their toes
With scales and drips and Special Care.
What soft blond hair!
What tiny nose!
What yellow face and yellow bot!
Oh saffron-skinned Sir Yellalot!

And just so they don't slack at all,
He gives them gifts by day and night,
For their delight
Of nappies full,
Which naturally smellalot,
Oh stinkety Sir Yellalot.

And if perchance his mum should creep
Out of the room to get some rest -
(Hope for the best
That he's asleep)
His cries and yells will tell her not,
Cacophonous Sir Yellalot.

But when he's winded and changed and fed,
Pampered and Johnsoned and smelling sweet
Quizzically gazing,
Little hands raising,
Little eyes closing,
Peacefully dozing
Making the family so complete;
Then at last it can be said
Said most truly
Of Ian and Julie
Their hearts with joy will swellalot,
Oh perfect boy Sir Yellalot!


Jay Whittaker, 21/12/2002