Mean Mum Poem by Adegbenro Adekunle

She was my father's heart
A heart that was the world's best art
She was smooth, shiny like glossy gold
A glamorous gold that all men would like to hold

The duo met on a freezing footpath
Dad saw mum's angelic footprints fall behind her flaming feet
And he instantly became her fabulous fan
And then …they chose a common path like fizzy fanatics

He gave her his all
They went from mall to mall
They swung from hall to hall
Yet, she would not fall
…fall into his grave and genuine pit of love

She was stupidly brave
He was bravely stupid
He loved her more than she loved him
While she would wrap him with her own clothes
He would wrap her with his own skin

Many years later
They lived together
But not forever
Horror, terror
And errors, lived in their home

Then I came
Without a name
Their hot home became my only home
And I was in for the game

I restored their friendship
That speedily scattered like broken glass
They fueled my hardship
With fight over class

Mum was too intolerant
Dad was too tolerant
Mum went hunting in the street
While Dad went hunting for the home
She would waggle her waist like a wayward whore
He would waste his tears over a lost love

They kept it from all
Although it was visible to all
They headed for a fall
That made our home so dull

One sunny day, Dad rushed in to have a rest
Only to end up being vexed
Because their bereaved bed was a public ring
Where various men had their fling

One calm night
Dad ate a poisoned pawpaw
One calm night
I swore to hate my Mean Mum's flaw

Written by Adekunle Adegbenro
29 Aug.2008