Pretext –

My  daughter is 7 years old and  whilst we are on a school term break, she has to learn and recite from memory a poem she chosen from several handed out by her class teacher. she chose beautifully written poem called Yuck. Here I attempt (in my own innocent style) a similar themed prose that tries to hit the same marks, based on the inspired choice ( I might add) of poem originally selected. Here goes…

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MESS!

You all have to learn to wipe

When you visit the loo

I’m fed up of getting my hands

Anywhere near your poo…

You’ve just eaten some raw egg

Now a mouth full of jam, stale milk and beans

I can see that you’re about to cough

And I know just what that means

A shower of yuckie food

Flying through the air

Luckily I moved just in time

The MESS only caught my hair!

Looking after all of you

Involves a lot of stress

It doesn’t mean I don’t love you

I could do without the MESS!