Bezzies Poem by Ray Feasey

I was so unhappy until my bezzies I found
So much time on my hands just some family around

Just walls to look at and a new home to clean
Which only last year was merely a dream?

As a single mum with my two fine boys
To have our home with a garden our ultimate joy

But less than a year and depression set in
As I looked at the walls of the new house we are in

But that’s all sorted with my bezzies around
No time to get bored endless fun just abounds

Not even time to tidy as much what with being so
Busy with bezzies and such

They pop in most days and cheer me no end
For the bezzies call often with wine as their friend

In fact I’m often hung over most weeks I find
But at least I am not bored and my family are fine

Least they were the last time they called at my door
Which they couldn’t enter which was a bit poor
But my bezzies and friends were asleep on the floor

Who’s home will the bezzies descend on after me?
Should we ever fall out or disagree

Oh they will be fine so outgoing you see
But then what will I do without bezzies just me

I could always pop round to my family home
That’s if they are still there haven’t moved, haven’t gone!

Copyright Ray Feasey 2015