Move It Poem by Ruby Honeytip

Move It

Rating: 4.9


A little rock that's stuck in your shoe,
Is not a real problem per se,
Not until your sole is bruised,
When you reach the end of your day.
Answering phones with one hand,
With the other I'm wiping bums,
That's Ok it's just my lot,
I'm a harried, working Mum.
I would love you to rub my sore spot,
I've got some other spots that need rubbing too,
And please remind me before tomorrows grind,
To remove that effing rock from my shoe.

© 2012

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tony Karas 30 December 2012

Very, very nice! That's what hubbies are for is it not?

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Owain Glyn 29 December 2012

Do you have to do everything yourself!

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Stevie Taite 22 December 2012

How clever! Fab rhyming I hope you get your 'foot' rub soon; -) x

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Heather Wilson 18 December 2012

Thanks for my morning smile, hope hubby tows the line and finds the right spots.ha, ha,

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