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Yummy Mummy

Out today

 

To buy some plates

 

Nought to my liking

 

I’m in a terrible state!

 

Stuck behind

 

a

 

Renault Espace

 

‘Yummy Mummy’ (sticker)

 

In pride of place!

 

It piqued my interest

 

So …. I had a peek

 

‘Yummy Mummy’

 

What a cheek!

 

A face that looked like a sicked up bun

 

Could only

 

ever

 

be

 

loved

 

By this

 

Wobbler’s Mum

 

Oh my God

 

It made me laugh

 

*“Cover up those warts,

 

hey, borrow my scarf”*

 

What would posses this creature from hell?

 

To create the illusion

 

That she was a swell

 

Does she not realise

 

That we all have eyes?

 

A priest would think twice

 

Before he baptised

 

You would cross the road

 

To avoid this face

 

Yet …. She’s out in the public

 

**What a ******* disgrace!**

 

Next to her sat a fat baby pig

 

Dressed up to the nines

 

Methinks …

 

“It’s time for a cig …”

 

As I inhale

 

I look up to the sky

 

Apply too much gas

 

**“Oh **** … I might die!”**

 

I slam on the brakes

 

But alas

 

It’s too late

 

No time for reactions

 

No time for debates

 

**Crash

 

Bang

 

Wallop**

 

Straight into the rear

 

The car is a write off

 

There is trouble

 

I fear

 

As I gather my thoughts

 

This creature appears

 

Bedraggled and angry

 

Piglet’s in tears!

 

I try my best to calm her down

 

Soothe her wobbly bits

 

But she is all a bother

 

**Piggy’s got the *****

 

 

*So … I look up and down the road

 

See … I know the drill*

 

 

Just one simple gentle push

 

‘Yummy Mummys’

 

Over the hill!

 

**Now …. Don’t you go a worrying?

 

Piglet

 

is

 

Safe and secure**

 

I toss old squeaker in the boot

 

Start on my new detour

 

Soon I’m home and fired up

 

It’s time to raise the heat

 

Piggy will be spit roast

 

Sweet juices will secrete

 

Apples are gently cooking

 

Tatties are crisp and just done

 

I invite the neighbours over

 

For some summer bbq fun

 

Old Man Rodgers sits on his chair

 

Tucking

 

into

 

Porkpie’s arm

 

Lucy Lee the ******

 

Gobbles with old aged charm

 

We had a laugh that breezy day

 

Love was in the air

 

We danced naked round the spit roast

 

**With abandonment

 

No care**

 

Soon the feast was over

 

There was nothing left but bones

 

We tossed them in the wishing well

 

With the rest of the unknowns

 

**So next time you get an inkling

 

That you’re a ‘yummy’ or a ‘babe’

 

Be careful where you drive my friend

 

For your life’s about to fade

 

Fade into the darkness

 

Along with all the rest

 

Please pay attention to these words

 

For this is my last bequest**

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bathsheba
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Published
Nov 28, 2010
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