Lizzy Tomlinson

Rookie (Dundee, Scotland.)

Mess. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

Going into the kitchen,
Fills one with dismay,
'Cause the worktops,
They need clearing,
About twenty times a day.
Neither of ones children,
Ever stop and think,
To pick up a cloth,
Wipe up their mess,
Or put their dishes in the sink.
And now it's almost meal~time,
One knows what lies ahead,
So ones feigning an illness,
And going straight to bed.

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  • (4/13/2006 11:22:00 AM)

    There's crafty, then there's poetic justice! For giving me a good chuckle, Te Absolvo hen!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2006

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