My greatest love is chocolate.
I know it makes you fat.
But think of chocolates lovely taste,
I can put up with that.
I've just lost my mother,
Most people wouldn't care.
But what happens when I need her?
And she just isn't there.
Here she comes. the big fat lump,
Her clothes come off and then she'll thump,
Her backside on my protesting frame,
I'm straining now. It's such a shame.
Widow, mother and carer. Looked after disabled husband until his death from cancer in 2004. Stay at home looking after adult autistic daughter and teenage daughter. Started writing rhyme in January 2006 for memorials. Takes a lighter view on life now. Likes writing, gaming, my computer and being with my girls.