Dear kids,
Hey, I have a quick request for you. Will you do it?
Just for me, your dear old mum,
please.......... please...
skip the stage where you think I talk complete and utter horse shit...
yes... yes... I know, I know, I swore... I\'m sorry,
but I\'m telling you this cos one day
I won\'t be here to help when you need me,
so let\'s skip to that time where you know I\'m talking rite
the one where you heed my advice...
if you mess up just call your mum
I\'ll always help with whatever you want
cos I adore you, my sarcastic devils
my loves, my world, my kids...
age twelve, ten and seven
radiant little devious shits...
haha...
now I bet you\'re thinking,
what the hell is this...
that\'s the second time she swore in a poem to her kids...
BUT...
don\'t worry your pretty little head...
the kids buggered off before I even started talking
I\'m their mother remember...
and no one ever listens to mum......
well, not unless she\'s loosin it......