Fourteen and Forty
Fourteen is yawnful and staring,
Lying around in pyjamas at noon,
Wondering, ‘What to do?’
Then scooping and gulping some sludge
From a tub in the fridge –
Until a parent full of peeves,
aged around forty,
Comes fuming and growling,
Banging and slamming
Until each glooms
In their room.
Fourteen and forty –
Leaving the cleaning-up
For tomorrow.
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