...plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme. . .


dawn tiptoes
over the horizon
me at the washing line

******* after pretty *******
adorn my line
the dawn blushes

I bend to the basket
***** after ***** after *****
push my hair behind my ear

ooops the twins are up
I blow a kiss
to the dawn...yawn

"Good boy...good boy!"
I cajole the lads
sobs cease at my voice

think the world of them
make a world for them
their chuckles...their gurgles...my delights

ouch my back hurts
snatched coffee whilst twins sleep
skip through last month's COSMO

"Oh gallant maker of babies!"
I address fat lump clamped in duvet
"Get...the f*. . .up!"