Mother Mccreary Poem by Phil Soar

Mother Mccreary



"I'm weary, I'm weary", said mother McCreary
She was tired of the everyday mess
So she took out the sewing machine one day
And made herself quite a nice dress
She wore it for fun, and then took out a gun
And rifled some drawers for new knickers
Shot herslf in the foot, while her husband said "Tut"
Which was good, as they both were church vicars

Friday, July 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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