One of my favourite times of the day is story time. Some of my favourite books and rhymes come from Dr Seuss, so I thought I would give it a go and do a Mummy Poem inspired by Seuss. Be gentle with the criticism, I don't think I have had to create my own poem since GCSE's. Now I feel old.... too too old.
Being a mummy can be fuzzy and it can be funny
It can be fab and fun but then turn to me being done
I find myself reaching for the wine when it comes to bed time
But I'm fine, I just like to whine with my wine and have some Netflix time
I find it rather scary thinking we may get louse in the house
I won't find myself with wit if I come across a nit
Alas I'm done with this bit, also don't mention the sick
As I have had enough of that, it really takes the mick
I think it's rather strange when the poo sticks like goo
And its stuck in the loo when the child's done a number two
Not to mention that horrible soaking feeling
When the pee goes all over me, the shoes and the ceiling
I turn to rhythm and rhyme this time
But sometimes I cautiously and carefully mime
A rude word after the food is deemed no good and not fit
It's thrown everywhere ruining my mood just a little bit
And not to mention the toys, the toys toys toys
Of my boys boys boys
Once thrown all over my place there is no haste when asking for the iPad
While I wish for the return of hubby and their Dad
Despite all of that I think it's kinda cute when you sing
Or get excited about your TV friends; The Twirlywoos and Bing
I'm not sure which is worse, when you ruin my clothes with your dribble
Or when you go crazy and fill my walls with your crayons and scribble
The amount of things in the home you guys destroy
And I have to look and say "That's my boy"
You go all hyper and chocolate enraged and run run run around
While I try where I can to stand stand stand my ground
Yes, being a mummy can be scary,
It can also be crazy.
That's why I will stay very wary,
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