Thursday, 21 May 2009

SUNDAY 17th MAY 2009.

The baby looks adorable,
Of course he does,
He’s my by product.
A fierce standing order
Committed to its purse
Fleecing me each month.
Universal umbrage,
Dark matters in discussion,
Sleuths everywhere.
A nappy full of trouble,
Wipes in other room,
Baby in the shit.
The daughter's projecting,
Everyone’s on the hoof,
Only one exit
A Sunday done with weeks,
Indifferent service bait,
Another bite due.

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