To my sarcastic devils

kitty the naughty poet

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......

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  • Paul Bell

    Kids, who would have them.
    Great when they're sleeping, and I suppose they do pick your old folk's home in later life. lol

  • orchidee

    Oohhh, Kitty won't clear off! She will obey master. Oohh! lol.

  • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

    I can't really relate to this poem,as I have no kids,but that's ok. I loved being a uncle to my two nieces and nephew,I'd come to visit,get them all riled up and go home leaving them with my sister and brother in-law to deal with๐Ÿ˜œ But their all grown now with kids of their own so now I'm a great uncle and I get to do it all over again,..kids? Their the greatest,...when your an uncle๐Ÿ˜‚

  • dusk arising

    Yeah mums are never worth listening to, all they do is feed you, clothe you, nag you and give you unconditional love but what use is that? If you can't kick it, throw it, eat it or spit at it then its of no use. I've no idea what dad sees in her but he's lucky cos he out at work most days.

  • Rozina

    The best time is when they're babies without excuses, arguments, tantrums.....when they just look at you with wonder and love as they suckle and release...

  • L. B. Mek

    ahhhh, the joys of motherhood
    'repeat, repeat, repeat
    warn, warn, warn,
    scold, scold, scold,
    till your voice is completely gone
    and your patience
    withered, into a tattooed frown
    yet still
    you get a front row seat
    while they're shedding tears
    after you've watched it all unfold
    exactly: as you foretold... ๐Ÿคฌ
    lol
    (and please
    Don't worry too much
    abut what people think of your poetry
    if anyone reads your work
    with an open mind
    they can tell, you're as genuine
    and as talented as they come
    your words are just an escape
    that no one
    can begrudge you
    less they begrudge themselves
    that very same freedom!)
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet

  • spilleronsheet

    The bonding canโ€™t be defined
    The tiring mother still kept a smile
    A bow to the dearest mother who kept sweating to make her kids shine
    Yet her scolds i keep treasured inside
    Cause the one who loves can only heed you advice
    Loved the poetry of yours
    So free and straight to the point
    And even brought me a smile

  • woundedheart

    Time comes when they know it all and then they turn 18 lol heard one the other day say this old lady said to me .... and her mate asked how old and she said oh really old 37 38 I nearly died laughing.๐Ÿ˜‚



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