This one is dedicated to my friend Niks! An adorable tale of childhood love, which found it's way out through this poem. I'm glad you shared your story with me Niks.
Niksy wiksy,
As a boy of ten.
Played cricket in his gully,
With his friend Ben.
As a boy of ten.
Played cricket in his gully,
With his friend Ben.
And when the ball flew,
Into his neighbours yard.
Niksy wiksy did hide,
With his defences on guard!
Into his neighbours yard.
Niksy wiksy did hide,
With his defences on guard!
He sneaked on the terrace,
To peek a glance at her.
A little girl of ten,
Carrying a pink teddy of fur.
To peek a glance at her.
A little girl of ten,
Carrying a pink teddy of fur.
And as he grew older,
So did the little girl.
Yet Niksy wiksy didn't forget,
His childhood sweetheart.
So did the little girl.
Yet Niksy wiksy didn't forget,
His childhood sweetheart.
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