A Bed Full Poem by Phil Soar

I crawled into bed, Just after Fred
And before our Albert came home
We were three of fifteen, and our mum was obscene
In matters sexual, she was well known
By the time Reece and Ged, had joined us in bed
There were twelve of us struggling to cope
The other three were in the lavatory
Fighting over bars of soap
In our two up - two down, in the middle of town
Were tight knit but loving attention
And our mother's mishaps, were unknown to us chaps
And were seldom (if ever) once mentioned