I sat in a cafe an ate a cake I knew I had too
because I was getting as thin as a rake.
'As thin as a rake' my Mother said if you don't
eat more you will soon be dead; so I sat an
thought about what she had said.
I sat for hours puzzling what to do, then Dad
started shouting 'have you finished in the loo.
I have to get to work, I don't have time to fuss
and because of you I have missed my bus!
I came home from that cafe called The Greasy Spoon
The one where the jukebox plays the same tune.
I rushed to the loo because I felt ill, then I remembered
my birth control pill. I have forgotten to take it for days
on end, so now I've got my boyfriend to defend.
Mum said I was getting as thin as a rake, maybe her
eye sights bad and she has made a mistake.
When you first get pregnant do you start to lose weight,
Cor Blimey mate my heads in a state.
Can I spare the cash for a pregnancy test, I surpose I
better because my brain won't rest.
There's a queue at the chemist half a mile long because
there's a man up the front the size of King Kong.
If the shop was bigger the man could get out, what a
shame is so stout.Shops were not made for people like
him, cor I aint half glad I'me wafer thin.
My test is positive what do I do now, cry to my Dad like
a poor old cow. Life is for living so some people say and
Iv'e had my cake and ate it, now I'me to pay.
I will be a mother in less than six months and I'me kept
by the goverment and claiming the bunts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem