Wednesday 28 September 2011

Mental Mum!


From cradle to spots we adore them.
We nurture
We cherish
We care.
And then they become all obnoxious.
‘Bout the time they grow genital hair.

It’s like sharing a house with a crossbreed.
A mixture of monkey and snake.
Now, I think that the caring gene’s left me.
I’ve had just about all I can take!

We’re expected, as mothers, to shower, with unconditional love.
When the shower’s a thing they don’t care for.
He’s in need of an old fashioned scrub!

His room is a dungeon of terror.
I’m frightened just passing the door.
But when I do hear some noise I’m so thankful.
That he’s not lying dead on the floor!