| DESIRE Cool and dark wickedly nice attempting to seduce me Temptation whispers my name and determination dissolves Finally death by choc'late breaks another slimmer's will! |
| TALKING TO GOD Oh God - why? Why did I ever do this? I swear I'll never do it again Never Next time I'll take an aspirin - if I live that long - I'll take an aspirin between the knees Oh God I can't do this Of course God had to be a man If he'd been a woman this would've been easier The...ye---ouch!*@*!!! Oh God I'm SORRY I didn't mean that... Oh God Pleaaase... What's that? Sounds like a peacock being strangled A boy...? A girl...? Twins!!! OH GOD |
| If all goes well, childbirth can be one of the most wonderous and rewarding of experiences and most people have a funny tale to tell...but let's face it girls, we say some peculiar and embarrassing things during the actual event. So here's a little humorous poem that may raise a wry smile - or two! |
| SECRETS Studying Sophie as she washed monotonous chains of motherhood... Feline paws of velvet snow was hypnotised by eyes of green secretive as a fortune teller followed her stalking paws through severed blades of steel danced grass. Smiling to herself she dried monotonous chains of motherhood Now where is Sophie off to? recognised the hurried, furtive steps the stifled air of eagerness Off to Tom. The smile died Guilt whispered. |
| PRESSING THOUGHTS S Sh Steam generates that summer scent, field of flowers your memory will never experience. Adverts lie and persuade you to buy, glib tongue like silverslick lovers. So we pay for their dreams, for all that it seems. We stand there for hours, exterminate flowers, eradicate petals of creases. Emotions and grief steal like a thief and your heart's as heavy as iron. Softness, a thing called com- fort? Don't be fooled, Gran's jumper won't be overruled... Stubb- ornly itchy, made for young Ritchie the apple of her eye. Her last work of art, in a style from the ark, the worst Gran ever created. Tears break for freedom, hissing hot to extinction. We miss you Mum. The ironing's done. |
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| OK - this is supposed to look like a lil 'ol steam iron - it works on my word processor but not so well here...guess you'll have to use your imagination!! |
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