Right, my brother is somewhat of a poet. Not published every one he's done, but he does have a good share of his work in books.

Anyway, i have been in England for a while and naturally he came by to see his little brother. As i was sharing with him some of the horrors that have been happening in my life of late, he said it had inspired him to write.

So here is his latest addition to his collection of poems:

Written today, Wednesday 25th of January 2006:

GAMES
By K N Baskin Jan 25,2006


Little Jayde was mummy,
Haydn Jones played dad.
Jayde said something nasty
And this made daddy sad.
She pushed him out the wendy house
And held her dolly tight,
She acted quite vindictively,
Her eyes were full of spite.
She said that it was her house,
So, too, was Annabel.
She told him if he came back
That she'd take him straight to hell.
Well little daddy Haydn Jones,
He stood there mortified;
Too dazed to make a comeback,
He just stood there and he cried.
Then they started pointing fingers
And dishing out the blame-
I guess I'll never understand
The rules to this sad game.
It's said hell hath no fury
That of a woman's scorn,
But why was baby Annabel
Made out to be the pawn?
They called names and they bickered,
They argued and they fought,
Then mummy, in her selfishness,
Took daddy off to court.
Johnny played the county judge,
And he was P.C. fair,
So mummy got the doll and house-
He didn't 'see' dad there.
Daddy lost the access
And had his rights denied.
He was told to 'just get over it',
And God knows how he tried.
So Haydn joined 'the daddys club',
Now he can have his say-
Little Jayde plays single mum,
And Haydn, F4J.

Please viewers, feel welcome to leave your feedback - in fact, feel welcome to distribute this but i do respectfully request that you also give his name credit and link to this site if you do share the poem.

Regards,

Karl & Brother.