My Boy When He Was Ten ...

At the age of ten, little changes took their shape.
My boy began to display some'big brother's characteristics.
He's more responsible and looked his age.

Korn at ten.

At the age of ten,
His world made sense,
Games and toys gave way,
Books and works had their say,
Even had a try sleeping in the tent.

When Korn Was a Little Boy ...

This is my 43rd post, and I'd like to inject a little zest into my writing.

Instead of the usual blabbering, I've written a limerick. 

Hope you, my dear readers enjoy it.

My boy at five.

My dear boy whom I called Korn,
Loves broccoli, peas and corn,

Takes to computers like duck to water,
And all others don't seem to matter,
Brought me great joy when he was born.

My boy, Korn at six.

My young boy was rather shy,
To be amongst others under the sky,
He'd rather be in the room,

With his lappy in full zoom,
But, to many he's Mr Nice Guy.