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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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2022 05:08
- Category: Love
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Comments8
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
They are little rascals but I wouldn't change anything lol
Oohhh, Kitty won't clear off! She will obey master. Oohh! lol.
Lmao play with her 🤣 😂
I've gone Kitty mad! lol.
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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 with😜 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 uncle😂
Lol ots alright when you can give them back hehehehe
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.
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...
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... 🤬
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
The bonding can’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
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.😂
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