"mummys" poems
My son you are a star..my number one by far
you always make me laugh and tease me cos im daft
its great when we do buff and coding is real good
now looks yes there all mine but yours will be just fine
cos my genes are in you ..unlucky mummys too
Son you are a star ..my number one by far
your kinder than the rest and always give your best
footy is your game and boxing makes you brave
you used to be so small now tower over all
Son you are a star ..my number one by far
you help me every day and give your heart in so many ways
you love to stay around and make us laugh when down
dont change cos your the best
my son ..my star i love you more than the universe x
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
I pod I phone I couldn't give a toss
Android or Google it makes me so cross
Jumpers with puddings antlers and bells
No ****** turkeys so fights at M and S
Away in a manger?
More like with the fairys!
Mummys half cut with the pre Xmas sherry
Dads bursting out of a suit that's too small
For a couple of kids who deserve **** all!
Santas naughty list is totally ignored
Hundreds are spent to hype it up more
Excess in all and no idea of why
Christmas is lost and the meaning a lie
Gifts for a newborn became a flat screen TV
The Christmas works party
***** or VD
It's Christmas yelled out by Slade and Roy Wood
Danced to by drunkards who hope for some luck
It's over next morning with socks and lynx
Do all women think we're barefoot and stink?
So love to you all and peace on earth
Haven't you heard a ****** gave birth?
Her dad was unknown the father quite odd
Talked like a ****** to some guy called god
She was probably spaced out on Lebanese red
Thought that an angel had been in her bed!
So drink up my friends and remember one thing
It's Christmas tomorrow the birth of the king.
So off to the church and pretend to be good
And full of good cheer
And back to hatred for the rest of the year
Were bombing the ***** out of the Holy Lands
The points been missed
We're all ******
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
She was once a little girl,
Who loved to play in the dirt,with dolls and make up,
Then came puberty,
It felt like an enemy of her liberty,
Acceptance was hard to come by,
She couldn't understand the rapid changes on her,
Then the phase passed,
She's still a teenager,in her late teens.
So she's thinking of adulthood,
She's scared of taking those steps,
Having a career,then a job,then a family,and more
She's still mummys baby,
And daddys little girl.
But life is all about change,
And it goes on.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Beneath the dull-flat paper sky.
The sun, pierced hot, like a demon's eye
glowed through the air--hot barren land, only
wandering sounds and footsteps in the sand.
The punishing gossip of white heat, with neither
progression nor retreat.
And shuddering by the noonday light,
humming ash lay stiff, dead, and white
Then through the night…
The waxing moon come slyly in
and reflects my darkest- cruelest sin.
Then underneath my wayward-veiled eyes
Aluminum Pinwheels in which the darkness hides
With powder on my mummys face,
Blindly dusting, I found our place.
But when we met, you lost all your choices..
And with our eye contact, we both lost our voices..
The piercing wind whistled…that deadly and eerie song,
but it covered up the screaming…
…And the beating
In the fog
Suffocation has taken on a painful new meaning
my throat twitches when I try to go to sleep as I’m dreaming.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
The Christmas view from the foxhole.
I Christmas
I pod I phone I couldn't give a toss
Android or Google it makes me so cross
Jumpers with puddings antlers and bells
No ****** turkeys so fights at M and S
Away in a manger?
More like with the fairies!
Mummys half cut with the pre Xmas sherry
Dads bursting out of a suit that's too small.
For a couple of kids who deserve **** all!
Santas naughty list is totally ignored.
Hundreds are spent to hype it up more
Excess in all and no idea of why,
Christmas is lost and the meaning a lie.
Gifts for a newborn became a flat screen TV.
The Christmas works party
***** or VD?
It's Christmas yelled out by Slade and Roy Wood.
Danced to by drunkards who hope for some luck.
It's over next morning with socks and lynx.
Do all women think we're barefoot and stink?
So love to you all and peace on earth.
Haven't you heard a ****** gave birth?
Her dad was unknown the father quite odd.
Talked like a ****** to some guy called god
She was probably spaced out on Lebanese red.
Thought that an angel had been in her bed!
So drink up my friends and remember one thing
It's Christmas tomorrow the birth of the king.
So off to the church and pretend to be good and sing.
And full of good cheer at least for a day.
And back to hatred for the rest of the year.
We're bombing the ***** out of the Holy Lands.
The points been missed
We're all drunk and ******
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC