I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Three Mum's Tale Poem by Owain Glyn

Marie, it's no good telling me
You're problems with your Dad, you see
It's not as if he's truly bad
It's just that he is barking mad.

You only have yourself to blame
You never learn, it's such a shame.
Remember Rob, or was it Bob?
You know the one without a job?

Your father tried hard not to fail
Till he found out he'd been in jail.
Then there was that midget chap
Who got your Dad in such a flap.

He couldn't look him in the eye
He had to kneel to even try.
You really do not help yourself
By moaning you are on the shelf.

Find a boy who's kind and smart
Who dresses well, and doesn't fart
Who'll love you, dear, and treat you well
Who won't use drugs, and doesn't smell.

Now if you want, some free advice
Before you bring them home, think twice.
Why not meet them at a dance?
At least you'd start with half a chance! !

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