terence nabbs

Rookie (13/ 3/I 44 / wolverhampton)

The Nieghbours - Poem by terence nabbs

       My day starts really early having six young kid’s to feed.Breakfast times are so hectic,  Sometimes my heart could bleed.Their old man Billy Trotter had his bit of fun, Left me here all alone, on his toe’s he’s gone.Sometime when it gets to much I’ll have a little cry, The tear’s that are running down my cheeks Sometimes cause a sty.But I wouldn't be without them, sucking on my teatWhen you hear them slurping, it’s such a lovely treat, Giving birth my health declined, my  colour turned all chalky. I also put on loads of weight, Now the locals call me porky, Sunday nights our fun night, when we have spare time to fill, We all trot down to the local pool and I give the kids a swillTime for bed I tuck them in and call the baby sitter, While I wait I’ll tidy up and pick up all their litter.Now if your  having a family make it small not big, But me I had no choice. I’m a bloody.“PIG”                                                                                                                                                                   


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009



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