Oh yes yes I remember when i slept in and got a bloody whacking
By: Audrey Barber
Another bloody day oh so soon
It just can't be!
As I went to bed an hour ago
I think it's just a mistake
Someone put the lights on
Eyeballs I can't open
With glue they seem to be fixed
But why is mother screaming
Has she got lost somewhere in the house
Can someone lead her to bed
Breakfast she done a bit too soon
I need to sleep just another one hour
Your fat bloody butt get off that bed
Shouts mother dear waving her ladle
My big fat arse off the bed to get
I cannot find my arse where has it gone
Just turn around and sleep again
My face is washed I wonder who it is
Its Lucas our dog how sweet he is
Mother shouts again
Come down at once
Or she'll take the belt to my rear
That could be bad I need my arse
Still I need to sleep a bit more
This silly bloody sun
Has started glaring down
Through that bloody window
It's just coming in
Turn around and to sleep I go
Jeepers Creepers what's burning on me
This bloody sun has burned my arse
Open my eyes and jump off the bed.
Into the shower I splash myself
Another bloody day!
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-11-06 at 19:54
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The Pleasure of Sleep
By: Audrey Barber
Another bloody day oh so soon
It just can't be!
As I went to bed an hour ago
I think it's just a mistake
Someone put the lights on
Eyeballs I can't open
With glue they seem to be fixed
But why is mother screaming
Has she got lost somewhere in the house
Can someone lead her to bed
Breakfast she done a bit too soon
I need to sleep just another one hour
Your fat bloody butt get off that bed
Shouts mother dear waving her ladle
My big fat arse off the bed to get
I cannot find my arse where has it gone
Just turn around and sleep again
My face is washed I wonder who it is
Its Lucas our dog how sweet he is
Mother shouts again
Come down at once
Or she'll take the belt to my rear
That could be bad I need my arse
Still I need to sleep a bit more
This silly bloody sun
Has started glaring down
Through that bloody window
It's just coming in
Turn around and to sleep I go
Jeepers Creepers what's burning on me
This bloody sun has burned my arse
Open my eyes and jump off the bed.
Into the shower I splash myself
Another bloody day!
Poetry by Audrey Barber
Read 1115 times
Written on 2006-11-06 at 19:54
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