Our young one wants an Iphone.
And if she does n’t get one,
she's only gonna moan.
All her friends have got one
She's the only one.
Her life would be complete
If she only had that phone.
It’s not easy being popular
When she is in school.
When she gets her Iphone
Her friends will think she’s cool.
She also wants a horse
For riding with her pals
The latest cool accessory
For trendy teenage gals.
She’s not sure if she’ll feed it
Or tidy out its stable.
She”ll let us old folks do it.
For as long as we are able
You see she gets quite tired.
With her social circle.
Lots of lifelong friends
All of whom are virtual.
She’s camped inside her bedroom.
In social cyberspace
And if she had an Ipad.
It really would be Ace.
She’d also like some tickets
To a festival in’t park.
Dancing to her music.
Till long long after dark.
When she’s finished raving.
She’d like a taxi cab.
But does n’t want to pay for it
She’ll rely on Mum or Dad.
Her friends will need a lift home.
Straight to their front door.
If I pick them up at midnight.
I might be home by four.
She ‘ll wake up in the morning
Sometime after ten
We ‘d like to make her breakfast.
But we’ll be at work by then.
Our little girl could starve to death.
While we’re out earning dosh
She cannot work a cooker
She cannot iron or wash.
She’d be able to have breakfast.
Whilst she is home alone
She’d call a Mc-delivery
If she only had that phone
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Author:
Chris Duffy (
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Comments3
Good write Chris, the 'Bank of Mum and Dad' will never ever close.
Andy
Hello Andy.
Hope you’re well.
It’s an exaggeration of real life as you’re probably aware.
Thanks for the kind words.
I imagine this was a necessary, therapeutic write for you, lol
loved the humorous cynicality, tone balanced on the right side of 'jest'
and underneath it all there's a gentle theme of sincere love and care,
I hope she'll read these words and grow-up, determined
to prove you wrong
and in so doing: Make you Proud...
(a rare wholesome read, with subtly imbued warmth in every line, thanks for sharing, dear poet)
Hello my friend .
Many thanks for your kind critique.
I hope all is well with you.
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