Slow Poke

You have a favorite name for me
And it's our special joke.
You always look at me and laugh
And call me your little slow poke.

I'm always lagging behind
And being ever so slow.
No matter what we're doing
Or wherever we may go.

During all our mealtimes
You have to wait for me.
Trying to eat with the fork in my left hand
You're laughing at what you see.

But if I am a slow poke
That's the way I've always been.
We'll continue to laugh at each other
And together we'll always win.

©Betty Lindsey & Kaye Stubbington
6/2/05