The Hoist!

The Hoist

The " loist" is my friend, so I’m told.

So I’ll be big and bold,

And tell you a few tales, I tell of the old.

I’m not a tale tell as you will see,

And often I sit upon his knee,

But Charlie’s bad at times you see

And his knee is hard and not comfy,

But when Charlie’s good I call him Charles,

Not Prince Charles as he would like,

I tell him he is only a Prince at night,

And then keep out of my sight,

So little brother it’s plain to see,

You will never be the Monarch on my knee!

But when you play the hoist, you must be the best for me……I think I see!