Manic Mums
Is it any wonder that we want to scream and shout
but we hold it in so nicely, too scared to let it out,
running ragged round the clock, and slightly round the bend,
there's washing, ironing and dishes, whenever will it end.
Pulling on a rubber glove, straightening up a chair,
taking out the rubbish, clearing a plughole full of hair,
hoovering the carpet, another sticky bit of glue,
new drawings on my paintwork,
mind you its a very nice shade of blue!
Cleaning muddy footprints off the kitchen floor,
scrubbing chocolate fingerprints covering the door,
dusting all the pictures of the family i adore,
see its not that great a wonder,
because its never been a chore.
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