A Mum’s Lament
Being a lockdown parent comes with new trials everyday
Is he taking the piss?!
When I come home from a long day at work,
Tired and hungry, something definitely hurts,
I enter the hallway, sighing with bliss,
Take a quick look around, is he taking the piss!
First is the boots lying there in the floor,
Coincidently, directly in front of the door,
As I go flying with a sharp scream of “Shit!”
He must have thought I was in need of a trip.
Next is the living room, a bin site, no less,
Where he clearly had felt the need to undress.
Smelly socks in the sofa, the rest thrown without trying,
By the time that I’m through, I think I’ll be crying.
Then comes the kitchen, a whirlwinds gone through,
I ask myself what the fuck was he trying to do!
There’s crumbs in the kettle, the cheese is past saving,
As I foam at the mouth, I think I look like I’m raving!
The last straw was the phone call, which delivered me a list,
Of all the virtual homework, lessons and projects he had missed.
Though til now I was sympathetic, met excuses with a kiss,
As I burst into his bedroom I screeched,
“ARE YOU TAKING THE FUCKING PISS?!”
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