Like houseflies
Who refuse
To be discouraged
All her remarks
Seems to start with "Don't"
Theirs always begin with "Why"
Playing around adults, they love
Can she teach them to lower the noise
They ask too much "whys"
I love kid's plays but not in front of visitors
"Tell us a story"
"I'm with a visitor, I can't"
"He won't mind, we're bored"
With their noise I didn't think so
She's embarrassed, she can't deal
Widowed few months ago, she needs me
As the army's solicitor I'm always here
Her beauty keeps me coming back
Is there a time frame for loving someone
Do you have to wait longer than the heart
I love her, she needs someone in her life
I love kids, they need a father figure
"I'll tell you kids a story"
"Will you Sir, will you.."
"Mama can't tell stories,
dad used to tell us stories"
"You don't have to Mr Matters"
"I'm good at telling stories,
I can help, it's the least I can do,
it's my job to help..."
"Once upon a time...
The kids come closer
"There was a little girl named Ruby...
Young as she was, she was Miss Perfect..."
"Was she pretty?" Comes a curious tickle
"Not as pretty as you young lady, but she was horrible perfect...Not noisy, nine years but going sixteen..."
The word horrible perfect
Tilted the scale on my favour
The lady permitted a smile
Suppressed a gasp of admiration
Story must have been good for the kids
Or maybe I'm reminding them of their dad
Well the kids love stories, I love her
Can this deal work on her
The next day I found a letter
Inviting me to the house from the kids
And the next day and the next day
She's inviting me over
The kids love my stories
She loves me
I love her
We're a family
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