There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children
She didnt know what to do.
Social workers assessed her,
At her home - it was hell!
Now she draws twenty benefits,
Children's allowances as well.
She now takes contraception,
No more children - it's true.
They found her a house -
Life's no good in a shoe!
Some one needed to call social services didn't they? They could not continue to live like this! Good one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Made me chuckle Joe. My kinda poetry.