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! '
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Funny and sweet! I enjoyed this.