School holidays are ticking by.
The children play, the sun is high.
An ice-cream here, an ice-cream there,
And naming labels everywhere.
A new shirt here and there a tie,
New bags and shoes we'll have to buy.
The children are all having fun.
For mum, the naming has begun.
A name on here, a name on there,
To-Do and Done piles on the chairs.
And soon, "When's dinner?" a child will yell.
A cuppa first - that would be swell.
When I can't sleep or when I'm feeling sad,
Or if the pain is getting really bad,
Silently little Poppet snuggles up
And lays her pretty head upon my lap.
If I have food, whether plain or sweet,
Little Poppet sits and begs at my feet.
If there's a drink she shouldn't have
Don't leave it or that drink she'll lap.
She'll herd the cat, she'll herd the sprogs,
She'll even try to herd a frog.
She knows if you have got her treats,
Even if your still way down the street.
But hugs are what she loves the best,
And hugs are what she does the best.
… AKA The Straw That Decimated The Camel.
Snarky comments every day.
Snide remarks never at bay.
Twisting all I say and do.
Timing how long I'm in the loo.
Dictating how long I sleep or wake.
Logging where I go, how long I take.
Dictating what I'm able to do,
How far I walk, and how long too.
Behaving like a spoilt child,
Toys out pram and stomping wild.
Making excuses every day,
It's always someone else you say.
"It's their fault" or it's theirs or theirs
But never yours, it's mine or theirs.
You twist the truth cos you can't take
The onus for the crimes you make.
You play the victim but it's you
Who makes my life hard to live through.
You just want someone to control,
Who'll put you on a pedestal,
And then you're nice for a short time,
Whilst them you fully undermine.
And when there's nothing left of me,
So much you have killed snarkily,
You'll play the victim one more time,
Knowing it's you that's done the crime.
It's not just words it's actions too,
You killed the trust I had in you.
You never even took the time
To help in a way that would be fine.
You want the glory, you want to boast,
But I hate the smell of burning toast.
You don't care what I think or need.
For glory you have so much need.
A little effort is the task,
It's really not so much to ask,
Like putting things where they should be
And making decent cups of tea.
But comments snide and snarkily,
And years of going on at me,
Of hurt and tears at what you say,
And do nearly every day,
Must stop if you want me to stay!
Inconsiderate people,
They really are a pain.
They inconvenience others
Again and again.
They'll say they "really do not care"
No matter what is said
And treat others more unfairly
To spite them all instead.
They don't care if they're in the way
Or talking very loud.
They stand in front of all the seats
In every football crowd.
They'll take the last cake muffin
Just because that's all you'll eat,
And make sure vegetarians
Are only left with meat.
They don’t believe in fairness,
They just believe in gain.
Deliberately salting all the chips
To spite their wife again.
They hover and intimidate
And strop and cause a fuss.
They want their own way all the time
And 'sod' the rest of us.
They don't give way at roundabouts
Or even indicate.
They think it should be all their way;
The whole world's their estate
... (except it's not).
They think that they are Champion
And the rest of us are rats;
We're only there to serve them
And, of course, to hold their hats.
One day they'll get their comeuppance!
See the sleepy doggy
Curled up in her bed;
Lots of little doggy dreams
Running round her head.
She doesn't like the snowstorm,
She doesn't like the wind;
She's dreaming of the sunny days
Sunbathing with her friend.
Little Poppet's dreaming
Of chasing brother cat,
And sniffing all the daffodils,
And lots of things like that.
Little Poppet's waiting
Till days of spring are here;
Dreaming of when winter's
Been kicked out on its ear.
See the sleepy doggy
Curled up in her bed,
Lots of little doggy dreams
Running round her head.
She doesn't like the snowstorm,
She doesn't like the wind.
She's dreaming of sunny days
Sunbathing with her friend.
I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A flower grows (normally a weed).
I believe that all through every night
The boy's light glows (why can't they turn it off).
I believe that Freddie likes to go astray
And steal sweets and biscuits away,
Eats them all, then wants more.
He will whinge, oh he will whinge!
I believe for every treat given to Jack
Poppet wants more.
She will beg and beg and beg
For evermore.
Then she'll zoom around and round the grass and fall
Fast asleep with doggy snores.
Tired little fluffy dog.
Dreamy snores, oh dreamy snores!
I have a little Poppet
That'd go everywhere with me.
She likes to be my shadow
And be where I do be.
She's very, very fluffy
From her tail to her head,
And likes to keep me company,
Whilst she's curled up in her bed.
She likes to play with Jack Cat
And go zooming 'round the lawn;
But she's rather wolf down doggy treats
And snuggle up till dawn.
Little Poppet, little Poppet,
Curled up on her bed.
Little Poppet, little Poppet,
Resting her sweet head.
Looking so cute and sweet,
Fluffy dog, fluffy dog.
Dreaming of chasing balls,
And eating … quite a lot.
Little Poppet, little Poppet,
Had a busy day.
Now you're dreaming, little Poppet,
All your cares away.
Hospital waiting rooms
Aren't they fun!
Uncomfy chairs
That hurt your bum.
People waiting to be seen,
Feeling more scared
Than they seem.
Vending machines
With sweets and pop.
Healthy stuff's not
What they stock.
There's no coffee,
There's no tea,
There's no magazines
To read.
It is cold,
The air cons on!
And still the wait
Goes on and on.
Will it be
Good news or bad?
Will we cry
Or feel glad?
Get there early,
They'll run late.
This is the reason
Why we wait.
We understand,
But it is hard,
To not worry
That it's bad.
He says what will
Be will be.
I'm the support
Act you see.
Waiting long and
Praying hard,
Knowing not
What's on the cards.
And when they finally
Call him in,
They still don't know
What's causing him
To have large lumps
Beneath his skin.
So now they want
To cut it out,
To find out what
It's all about.
"I've lost my marbles"
He will say.
He lost them long
Before today!
Just because 