It was gone!
I Was So Blind…
His Legacy; Are His Words.
For My Mum!
We REALLY Don't Talk About It, Do We? I Am!
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When Poo Is His Business.
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Oh Eck' Its ‘Mmmm' Again!.
Yo, Sis!
Dear me, poor girl,
I've got her up the wall again,
Coz every time we have a chat,
She say's that I'm a pain!
The term, ‘mmmm' is often whispered,
It's popping up all the time,
It makes her feel quite guilty,
As though she's committed a crime!
It gets her on the defensive,
And she always has to say…
‘Why are you, ‘mmm'ing' again?'
‘Cos you do this every day!'
Well of course I just laugh,
And grin and nod my head,
While she gets flustered and coffuffled,
As her face turns a shade of red!
‘Mmmm, are you guilty?' I ask,
‘Or are you in a mood?'
Cos I really have to say it,
That kid's really such a prude!
A lady she's supposed to be you know,
But that's not at all correct,
In fact the truth of the matter is…
Every thing's circumspect!
Now I'm really only joking,
Well, at least I think I am?
Cos after all, when said and done,
I am her only fan!
Mmmm, way to go Sis, again!
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Copyright ©2002 Cathy Inglesby
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