Worn down Mum
By Rhiannonw
Tue, 13 Mar 2012
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“Aw, Mummy, where’s my dummy?
I won’t whine all the time,
with my dummy, Mummy!”
“Aw, Mummy, that’s not yummy,
I want sweets in my tummy, Mummy!
I won’t whine all the time,
with some yummy sweets, Mummy!”
Whinge, and whine all the time:
Mum is weary, cross and teary:
Rat! tat! tat! Want a chat?
a friendly face to cheer, and steer
from the moans, and wear and tear,
bringing fresh ideas to bear,
firm and jolly: tensions disappear!
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This one really made me
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This one really made me smile, Rhiannon..and some;-)
I distinctly remember my mum taking me outside in the garden to our dustbin and making me throw it in. I was four, so I don't think it was before time, and I can't say I blamed her;-)
Much enjoyed. You brightened a dreary, grey day. Thank you, Rhiannon;-)
Tina
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I liked this...It's a fun
I liked this...It's a fun little piece. "rat tat tat" Good work …;)
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Hi Rhiannon, this was such
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Rhiannon,
this was such fun to read.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
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really enjoyed thss, mind
Permalink Submitted by widdicombe81 on
really enjoyed thss, mind you mine are 8 and 10 now and god they winge more now then they ever did as a toddler.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Fun to read the poem, and also the comments of others, and then yours following.
Jean
Jean Day
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