Sylvia Coulstock Poet Rhyme

Never Again

I’ve just come from a battlefield,
Such chaos confronted my eyes.
I was warned not to go but wouldn’t listen.
How could I such a scene realise?
My body’s still reeling from the shock.
My head tortured by mental pain.
Such a bloody awful mess,
I’ll NEVER go in my son’s bedroom AGAIN!!! 






He was a very untidy teenager but I’m proud to say he turned 
into a wonderful young man who helps his wife to keep their
 own home neat and tidy.Their teenage son however.... Ah karma lol.

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Paula Goldsmith July 10, 2020 at 1:25 PM So cute and funny. Your last line, "I’ll NEVER go in my son’s bedroom AGAIN!!!" was priceless. Have a wonderful day.......

Gershon Wolf October 22, 2018 at 9:29 PM Ha, ha! What an unexpected and hilarious denouement. Your really "pulled my leg, Sylvia! Best wishes, Gershon

Brandy Nicole October 19, 2018 at 10:03 PM Yes, of course!! :) Now his son is acting like he did. Your thoughts bring a smile. I am happy that he is keeping things tidy. Perhaps his son will, when he is older too. I know you are proud of him. Hugs, Brandy

Jennifer Proxenos October 12, 2018 at 1:18 AM Hi June, I liked that poem. I think any mother who reads it can relate to it. And heaven help you if you try to tidy it up! xoxo Jennifer

Line Gauthier October 7, 2018 at 9:58 AM Funny, Sylvia. Good one.

P.S. Awtry October 6, 2018 at 10:30 PM you got me!