Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme


Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme

dawn tiptoes
over the horizon
me at the washing line

panties after pretty panties
adorn my line
the dawn blushes

I bend to the basket
nappy after nappy after nappy
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! '

Submitted: Sunday, April 29, 2012

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