Ten Tired Parents

TEN tired parents
Nursing evening wine
One moved onto vodka
And that left…

NINE tired parents
Gossiping at the gate
One stepped into the road
And that left…

EIGHT tired parents
Talking about heaven
One couldn’t wait
And that left…

SEVEN tired parents
With DIY to fix
One got electrocuted
And that left…

SIX tired parents
Washing up the knives
One slipped and cut themself
And that left…

FIVE tired parents
Wanting something more
One had a midlife crisis
And that left…

FOUR tired parents
As tired as can be
One passed out in Tesco
And that left…

THREE tired parents
Too sleep-deprived to chew
One choked on a biscuit
And that left…

TWO tired parents
Nagging, no longer fun,
One realised they’d become their parents
And that left…

ONE tired parent
Sitting all alone
They’d left baby in the trolley
When they’d driven home!

TEN tired parents
Back together again
Wondering what would happen
If they didn’t have their friends!



“It’s tiring work wearing your parents out…”

Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/abardwell/418423706

OctPoWriMo #8 – Blues (poem)

Three in the morning
No one is sleeping
A momentary pause
Hallway creeping

It starts up again
Those endless tears
Sobbing and wailing
Confirming my fears

Patience is tested
My better side bested
Frustration kicks in
As sleep is arrested

Singing and talking
Hugging and rocking
Won’t make him stop…
Defences unlocking

Inner flames raging
Self’s war is waging
Up for work soon
That clock isn’t changing

And just when I think
There’s nothing to lose
He flashes me
Those baby blues

He flashes me
Those baby blues




baby hand

Written for OctPoWriMo Day 8, on the theme of “colour”. http://www.octpowrimo.com/

When One-Sock Sam Went Crawling (poem)

When one-sock Sam went crawling,
He roamed all over the floor,
Flinging books and films off shelves
Till his parents cried “no more!”

He pressed every available button,
Turned every conceivable knob:
He left such a trail of destruction,
It looked like a hatchet job.

Cupboards were bashed and banged;
Mirrors were lovingly licked;
Saucepans displayed for all to see:
It’s a messy old scene to depict!

His toys are in the cat bowl,
And the litter tray’s been explored.
The toybox has been turned upside down;
Pleas of “No!” have been ignored.

The house looks like a bomb site
And if all of this sounds appalling,
Spare a thought for the poor old parents,
When one-sock Sam went crawling.

baby crawl