Long Mummy Poems
Long Mummy Poems. Below are the most popular long Mummy by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Mummy poems by poem length and keyword.
MY CRAZY CREATURES
This rhyme's about creatures of various sorts.
Creatures with fangs, hairy bellies and warts.
They cause lots of mischief all day long.
Mum always blames me but I’ve done nothing wrong.
These creatures are crazy. They’re not what you'd think.
Turn over the page. Find out more in a blink...
The first is Belcher. He really does stink.
He lives in the toilet and plays in the sink.
He likes to be naughty when nobody's in.
He cannot be found when you're searching for him.
Dad always moans when he sees all the stains.
I tell him it’s Belcher, “He’s done it again!”
Two thinks that she’s pretty, but really she’s not.
She has warts on her face and is covered in spots.
She has a big bottom and six hairy feet.
Her name is Ghastly. She’s really not sweet.
She steals mum’s lipstick and paints her mouth red.
She tries on her dresses, throwing clothes on the bed.
As soon as mum enters she’s so quick to flee.
I guess that’s why my mum always blames me.
Number three is so quiet but I know that he’s there.
He smudges my face and puts glue in my hair.
I call him Hush Monster as he follows me round,
Putting mud on my clothes without making a sound.
I aim for the paper but the pen marks my face.
Mum looks at me glumly, "You're such a disgrace."
I try to tell her that it just wasn't me.
"It was Hush monster, Mummy. Why can't you see?"
The worst of them all is a creature called Doom.
I'm always in trouble when he's in the room.
He often burps loudly when we're eating our food.
Mum frowns with disgust. "Now, don't be so rude!"
He cackles with laughter whilst spilling my drink.
"Be careful," shouts dad. "Don't you ever think?"
You may well wonder why he's never been caught.
Well…he's the size of a pea and he’s very well taught.
He rolls under the sofa after doing things bad,
And I look to my parents who seem really mad.
These crazy creatures I like the best.
I’m glad I could share them with you and the rest.
Belcher, Ghastly and a monster called Hush,
Then don't forget Doom. They all make me blush.
They live in my house and like to cause bother,
Driving everyone mad, especially my mother.
They’re experts in mischief. They get me in trouble.
Now I’ll tell you a secret that may burst your bubble.
Whilst these creatures are crazy it has to be said,
They don’t really exist, “They’re all in my head!”
Guess who I saw today,
A little girl!
When I saw her, I smiled because I remembered you,
I remembered you, my younger me.
I was told that you were born many years ago,
I really wished I could tell what your face looked like when you came out from mummy's womb,
But I was told that seeing your face as she held you in her arms, brought tears of joy from her eyes.
What were the sounds that you made relishing mummy's breast milk?
Sincerely, when I hear babies make amusing sounds when they are being breast fed,
I can't help but wonder, "Did you make those sounds or were yours different?"
I wish I could remember and picture all what you did
When you cried,
When you laughed,
When you were hungry.
I was only told about some of your little escapades by mummy, daddy and grandma.
So you learned to sit,
And then you crawled,
What was your first word?
Was it 'Papa' or ' Mama' ?
Please when you took your first step,
Who saw you?
Daddy or mummy?
I am sure who ever did was super excited and you felt like a star, right?
You took a step,
Then another and another
You started walking! What a feat!
Grandma said when crying you always mentioned 'Pamuuu'! 'Pamuuu'.
Immediately you were given 'Akamu' you would stop crying.
No wonder pap turned out to be one of the meals I enjoy taking even when I am sick.
With the scars I see in my body,
I need nobody to tell me how playful you were.
I still remember how you would run around with other children.
You never mind bathing out in the open,
You never mind mummy sucking out phlegm from your nose with her mouth,
You never mind daddy giving you a chunk of meat from his mouth,
You never mind being on mummy's back till you slept off.
My younger me,
How come you were so afraid of the dark?
That at the sound of 'Ojuju', you ran faster that one aiming for a reward.
You never understood lies, hatred, unforgiveness, jealousy and unhealthy rivalry.
These are scarier than the dark.
How excited were you when you started school?
I can only imagine your little feet in your shoes
And your uniform as mummy took you to school.
After many years,
I see how you have grown,
Grown to become a beautiful lady,
A lady who appreciates life and all that it offers,
I am glad you lived because
I would not have been able to see the little girl Who made me appreciate you,
My younger me.
I have seen the formation
Of ancient lands
I have seen the creation
Of ancient hands
Pyramids
That soar to the sky
Here amid
Temples majestic and high
I have seen
Wonderful things
Tombs and scenes
Of ancient kings
I have seen huge blocks of stone
Cut by hand of flesh and bone
Fit in place for reasons known
To the architect alone
Each stone block from the quarry
Has a structure to help build
Each chisel cut tells a story
Of a mason’s guild
I have seen towering obelisks
With finely chiseled hieroglyphics
And ancient golden relics
Like toys in the attic
I have seen ancient mummies
The walking living dead
Take care or you’ll become these
Walking around instead
Dinner I have eaten
With pharaohs and kings by many names
And I have beaten
Them at their many games
I have sat on the temple steps
In the shadow of a large mastaba
I chatted with the great Amenhotep
And the gods Isis, Anubis, Thoth and Ra
They told me I could become a god
If I live and died in the manner of a king
I thought that was a little bit odd
For I came here wanting nothing
Tomorrow we go off to fight
The empire of Kadesh
If you come, you will see some sights
That you will never forget
I saw the battle of Kadesh
Now written about on the temple walls
I saw the battle in the flesh
Now celebrated in the temple halls
I watched the battle and from what I saw
Neither side won the war
From my standpoint the battle was a draw
But the Pharaoh will celebrate a win evermore
Pharaoh Ramses lived to the ripe old age of around ninety two
He outlived a lot of his hundred children and many wives
He’s remembered as Pharaoh Ramses the Great who
Built many monuments and revitalized the Egyptian’s lives
When they found Pharaoh Ramses the Great’s body
They found no silver or gold
Only the great king’s mummy
Thousands of years old
The archeologists all made a great noise
Where was all the silver and gold?
Where was all the old man’s toys?
That the grave robbers stole and sold
A lot of his stuff is still out there
In Egyptian antique stores
And Egyptian homes and country fairs
To get something you could spend a lot for sure
Nowadays Ramses is lying in state in the Cairo Museum
And men and women and girls and boys
All flock to the museum to see him
And Tutankhamen’s wonderful toys
Trigger warning ?????? miscarriages mentioned
Twinkle twinkle my little miracle
You'd have been six or maybe even seven
Is that so terrible or simply ignorance is Bliss
These aren't dates I tend to try and recall not because of you,
No not at all just the loss was so god damn awful, I often think of you as you were my little miracle,
A precious parcel sent down by a whomever is the Pinnacle,
Whoever is the Giver but also remember the take of life,
I just wish he'd opted to not bestow upon me such an agony filled life,
I was told very young a family was unlikely to be,
I knew there was a possibility that I may always only be an auntie,
Apparently I screamed when they told me the news that day
That memory doesn't resonate in my mind,
What does is everything going numb,
You find yourself just staring away,
But in a few days that went away,
However what's left is this hole that's been nored away bit by bit out of your heart,
It's as if someone's shaking you awake without the faculties you need to stop yourself from falling apart,
Nothing ever fills that hole you know believe me I've tried,
There's always a yearning maybe a gap will always reside,
Now you were clinically medically just a little precious diamond twinkle,
So people will no doubt ridicule and call me delusional,
Or crazy, ridiculous I could literally list every label,
But I don't care because my heart has never again been a full muscle,
Maybe it's so your diamond light can twinkle through and serve as a memory,
That for a split second in time you made me the happiest and richest mommy there could be,
Although you never made it here to meet me
Because you were my shooting twinkling star a one in a million my little miracle,
I think I'd prefer to remember you like this on your anniversary,
Than to keep recalling the horror, the pain of the days tragedy,
Who knows maybe in time it will serve as a remedy and maybe not just for me,
Regardless of what week or what stage you have a miscarriage it is still the loss of your twinkling miracle,
Who gave you the happiness of being a mummy or Daddy, even if only briefly, it was real for you, Just like it was real for me too.
Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2023
Sarah cope 05/06/23
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name A Diamond of Time
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
'Everything Aches'
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes
Bring me back lazy days lying in the sun
Or the age when being flexible meant so much more fun
Living with aches and strains and all things stretchy
Remembering a day without pain seems so sketchy
From my head, to my ankles, hips and back in between
They say it would help if I could be more 'lean'
But extra movement above the essentials feels unfair
It even kills me each morning just to blow dry my hair
So please understand how hard it can be every day
When all I want to do is stay in my bed and lay
I know you may find it hard to understand
That even the slightest pain in the knuckles, the hand
Can be overbearing, and so unforgiving
But still have to work, still make a living
If only you knew how hard most days it becomes
Just to text and email, how much it strains ones thumbs
Childbirth may have been so much faster and slicker
But ageing of the pelvis and hips comes much quicker
My pelvic floor and backside have certainly seen better days
My moaning and groaning you must hope is a faze
Shoulders forever, feeling so strained
My legs constantly looking blue veined
Cramps in my arches, IBS in my tummy
Hereditary illness, blame my flexible mummy
Bunions will scream, Bulging discs take my power
It even pains me just to stand in the shower
Tired and sleepy I need to relax
Even those days that I rest to the max
So just bring me your patience, comfort, understanding
Even when you hear my joints creak more than the landing
You know it's me, 'crackling' just walking downstairs
The lack of sleep again bringing nightmares
Thank you for listening, for just being here
Not having you close to comfort is my biggest fear
I know I go on, my frustration and tears
Must be hard work for so many years
But knowing you're here to carry the weight of my head
Even on the days it feels heavier than lead
Gives me the strength to be strong, keep me moving
Your love and support it just keeps on proving
Thank you again for holding my hand and week wrist
Even though my pain must never seem to cease to persist
'Everything Aches' by Victoria Payne
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3
Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy ?
His friends have told him in playschool about their expanding families
Our little boy wants a sibling and we are only too happy to please
With every waking moment , we climb those Bronte stairs
Or get cosy on the sofa, the foot stools and easy chairs
We felt that we had tried so hard and we had little left to give
The doctor told us that our test had come back positive
We are so very blessed Patrick’s a lovely little boy
He looks just like his daddy; he is our pride and joy
Despite the fact he’s young and only just aged three
He is so excited at the expected addition to the family
Only yesterday he brought me his favourite teddy
Put it in the nursery for when the time is ready
He would love a sister and has chosen a lovely name
I’ve told him to be patient we must play the waiting game.
Patrick often cuddles up and touches your tummy
Says ' I can feel her growing inside you mummy '
His much loved chicken nuggets he shares with you
Come on mum , you know you've got to eat for two
We giggle as Patrick’s patience grows shorter
I'm just hoping that we have a beautiful daughter
He wants a sister with every ounce of his heart
I'm praying that we can do our part.
The time for the birth is now drawing near
With you by my side I have nothing to fear
Patrick is due to stay with his little friend
To keep him amused on them we depend
Finally the waters break and the baby is on it way
We hurry to the hospital we have waited for this day
At last the baby arrives she has such a lovely face
Patrick’s name is so apt for her, so we have named her Grace
We take care to involve our son in all we try to do
Taking every opportunity to inspire hearts and minds a new
Our children have their moments and sometimes they misbehave
With love and careful guidance, we have a million memories to save
So many children's giggles and demonstrations of love and care
We give thanks to God for the happiness we share
We've ensured the Bronte house is a happy love filled place
A sanctuary of our own for our children Patrick and Grace
13th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Joy and smiles characterized the atmosphere to meet my arrival.
Given an identity and welcomed with a bitter and a soft taste.
Deaf to the excitement around me, crying was all i did
never realizing those were the two sides of the journey i have just began.
A time of plenty and a time of sucess is what should be feared.
As far as i can cast my mind back we struggled but finally fortune hit us.
There came the arrival of a new son who i will cherish as a brother forever.
We had it all and wallowed with happiness and suppressed all worries.
Then the dark days came and winter met us with cold feet,
we struggled, we fought, we prayed and we prevailed.
Yet seems winter laid it cold and icy fingers on the King before its defeat.
A mind full of frustration and a heart racing with beats
was all i felt when daddy died.
"do you think i will be here forever"
kept rigging in my ears for those were his words
anytime i screwed up.
i took a deep breath full of pain and anxiety,
And cried out uncontrollably "strenght is all i ask for,Lord".
Mummy couldnt handle it and brother crumbled for a while,
A house full of happines has lost its lights and now foresees darkness.
But time heals,
As if his departure was a blessing i became stronger than before.
Steady and firm were my steps and silence became my ally.
As infectious as it was, my new light shone and touched my family.
Things went right from that day onwards.
Mummy became like a super human and cared for us, encouraged us and prepped us never to fall in the rest of the journey that laid ahead.
She is the still the angel and most beautiful woman on earth with no doubt.
Live life, laugh and live with no regrets were the lessons i picked up on the road.
And though i am not certain of whats about to happen next,i still ask for strenght to continue to do whats right and neccessary in the rest of this unpredictable journey.
For even if i stumble and fall i will rise for i have become so numb to deafeat.
So today as i complete another orbit around my sun,
I have come far on a rough road yet never crumbled.
With each day passing knowing its just a matter of time,
to be the man i have always wanted to be.
For tonight i am greater than i was.
The children clustered 'round him drawn like bees to nectaries,
for pleasant were his stories and they felt so much at ease.
His mates though thought them nuisances and should be chased away;
the stranger stated, "Leave us and become like them I say."
I guess you know the man who uttered these words years ago;
that stranger loved the children, but today it isn't so.
He saw in them an innocence, a trust, a shining light,
though sadly, sick, sadistic, souls today betray that right.
You hear it on the tele and the tabloids break the news;
another child has vanished and they're searching now for clues.
"I only sent her to the shop, 'twas stupid now I know.
'Twas always safe in my day, but today it isn't so.
So sick'ning is the spectacle and senseless, quite depraved;
the bruised and battered bodies etched, within my mind engraved.
Their loving is so natural and made to share around,
then some mad mind betrays them for its chemistry's unsound.
We built our parks and playgrounds so we'd have somewhere to go
and share their joy and laughter, but today it isn't so.
"Don't say hello to strangers dear and hold onto my hand;
refuse the sweets, refuse the rides, now do you understand?
'Cause bad folk they will hurt you dear, so walk with me to school
and I will pick you up at three, remember that's a rule."
"But mummy can I walk to school. Oh mummy don't say no!"
"In my day you might do that, but today it isn't so."
You see a child approaching near and go to say hello,
then fear engulfs your feelings as you just don't really know
If you may somehow undermine the things their parents said
and pass on by with a wry smile or simply nod your head.
Oh how it tears at heartstrings, for you only wish to show
that all mankind should love them, but today it isn't so.
They say within his stories how the stranger did express
his purpose was to change things and this earth would more or less
be one day just like paradise, where mankind would not prey
upon defenseless offspring and that time was on its way.
Where if a child is questioned, "Are you frightened." They say "No!
We once had fear of strangers, but today it isn't so!"
My friend cracked my ribs with laughter,
When he told me a story about boarding school days.
He said to me that, he used to sit in the corner near the window
facing the direction of the school kitchen.
One day, as the lesson was in progress, he saw one chef
putting salt in a pot of relish.
Later on, another came with salt again,
and he wanted to add to the same pot.
He forgot that he was in class and shouted on top of his voice
"No,no salt is already added in that pot, my chef".
The way everyone looked at him, including the teacher!
And, again he continued that one day, he attended
a gospel crusade and somebody touched his shoulder
and shouted,
" You will surely walk".
He didn't bother because he knew he was not lame.
After the gospel crusade, he touched his pocket
and he couldn't find his wallet which
contained transport money,
Surely he walked to his home!
Again, he told me about his first heartbreak in life. He woke up her 2 months niece around 02:00 hours and started to explain in detail to her, guess what? She also started to cry bitterly and nonstop!
After another breakup, somebody told him that you will remember me. But, he answered her " My friend I have solved calculus for 5 years but I don't remember any formula".
He also said he remembers one night they had a reunion party with family and friends. They drank a lot, also roasted their goat. Surprisingly, in the morning the goat was still there but their dog was missing!
One day, he went to the mountains to kill himself because of pressure, but all of the sudden the big snake came out of nowhere and chased him. Oh, no, he almost died of heart attack!
On the wedding day of his daughter, he told the DJ to play solemn Music for 7 hours. He sat done and cry first, then told the DJ to switch to energetic and danceable tunes!
He continued, the wife material on earth is the hen. She feeds her children without disturbing her husband unlike daughters of Jezebel!
Lastly, he talked about the Sugar mummy who begged him for a loan, the way he's stingy over his money. He wondered how Sugar mummy survived the Civid-19 era!
Concept by Zambian Comedians
Poetry by Chipepo Lwele
08/02/2023