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Claire Mctaggart Poem
Why the menopausal tent?
The tiredness make you want to run away to the hills with a tent
The hot flushes make you want to run away without the tent
The cold flushes make you want to run away with 3 sleeping bags and the tent
The weight gain make you want to run away to the hills wearing the tent
The anxiety makes you want to run away to the hills hiding in the tent
The paranoia makes you want to stay in the tent
The depression makes you want to stay in the tent forever
The social anxiety makes you want to stay in the tent in the living room
The hills are too far away!
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Claire Mctaggart Poem
What is on the other side? “He asks
Well I say, “There might be a loch, or a waterfall, or nothing at all.”
We won’t know until we get to the other side.
“I don’t want to go to the other side!” He says
“I want to go home”
“No we’re halfway there. We’re going to the other side”
“I’m thirsty” he screams
“I’m hungry” He wails
“I’m tired” He cries
“There’s a cafe at the other side”
“Cool” he states as he runs off to the other side.
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Claire Mctaggart Poem
What’s your problem?
You started it
It was all you
You and your family!
Your son playing his music too loud
Your son throwing his butt ends into our garden
Your son having his xbox so loud that it felt like a warzone
Your son with his not so funny racist comments
Your partner phoning the council
Your partner for phoning Health and Safety
Your partner for phoning 101
What for?
We’ve done nothing wrong!
We have the report to prove it!
So get a grip!
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Claire Mctaggart Poem
The Glen is silent, almost to a deadly halt.
You can hear your own breath and your heart beating in your chest.
It’s eerie and you’re feeling afraid.
You don’t know why?
The haar is closing in and dulling any sound even more.
You start to panic and go to turn on your heel.
As you pace yourself to move you look behind you and hear the most awful noise.
“Mum, I’ve lost my shoe in the bog!”
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