'' They're Best Of Friends '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' They're Best Of Friends ''

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My Mum and Dad,
Are really bad,
Whilst in their bed at night,
The noise they make drives me mad,
All they do is fight.

The wall gets banged,
The headboards pranged,
It's up against my wall,
My Father shouts, I'm being harangued,
Why don't they ever stall.

Get them off,
My Dad will scoff,
Or I'll rip them apart,
No Mum shouts it's not a trough,
Her screams go off the chart.

Harder she gloats,
Eat your oats,
My God I feel her pain,
For my own good I'm writing notes,
Oops, she's shouting out again.

She's now on top,
Saying he's a flop,
It's time for you to drown,
That's put my Dad in a strop,
He's saying, I'm going down.

This is a dream,
I hear Mum scream,
Does fighting give such pleasure,
Dad's like the cat who licked the cream,
They're both mad in equal measure.

Into a huddle,
They lie and cuddle,
Thank God the fighting's done,
This has got me in a muddle,
I don't know which ones won.

What was out of hand,
I don't understand,
For they always make amends,
Fighting in bed must make life grand,
Next day,

‘' They're Best Of Friends ‘'

Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: parents
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 20 September 2017

A bizarre situation has a happy ending. It is, therefore, apt to say- All is well that ends well. Thank you, Bri.

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