I am not a mother,
It's seemed to pass me by,
One day I was thirty,
Now I'm over forty five,
I always wanted children,
A little friend to call me Mum,
But fate did not want that of me,
So sadly, I have none.
Friends envy me my quiet life,
Where lay-ins are the law,
Not realising how much I'd give,
To have someone to get up for,
I think I've worked out life's great plan,
Mapped out from skies above,
Why just have your own few kids,
When there's loads there you can love.