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I turned 37 this week, And things have started to look bleak. I have the wrinkles and the middle age spread, and plenty of grey hair on my head!. The roadwork's on my estate have got on my nerves, A car nearly hit us and had to swerve. It was doing seventy in a thirty zone, Nobody listens when l start to moan. I was fuming and very cross, So l wrote a letter to the boss. My disgust at the antics l couldn't disguise, So they sent a man to apologise. My sponsored slim is going well, My behind is not looking quite so swell!. Everyone keeps telling me l look great, Does that mean l used to look a state!. In eight weeks l have lost two stone, Not that bad for going it alone!. Us shop staff are getting a raw deal, Because our government can't get real. The reason that things are in a state, Is the over eighteens buying for their "mates". Raise the age to twenty one?, Well that would certainly stop their fun. Twenty four hour boozing was a big mistake, That only a labour government could make. Us parents have lost our role, And underage drinking is out of control. They have the cheek to blame shop staff, For gods sake Brown you don't know the half!. Come Mr Brown to our front line, And you will see things are far from fine. I think l give my kids fair rules, But they tell me l am being cruel. It ain't easy being parents you know, Doing our best while you grow. You're twelve and want to come in late, You'll grow up to soon at that rate. We've read the book and bought the t-shirts, Trust me, mess up it really hurts. You will soon see that life is tough, You'll be an adult soon enough. There ain't nothing you can say think or do, That we weren't doing years before you!. Sarah. |
Comments (3)
nice on sarah. keep em coming.
jamie
sorry no offense but i'll be looking forward to seeing if you can write something more upbeat. thats a challenge
Good poem, I like it. Very earthy.