I hope it was fun for you being a mum
From the very first wipe of my tiny wee bum
The mopping of piddles and snotters and sick
And everything smelly and sticky and thick
I'm glad I've forgotten our earliest days My lack of control and embarrassing ways I must have felt guilty commanding such care With hindsight I wouldn't have started from there
So would it be better you mightn't agree Just not to begin with a baby like me But more like a sturdy new foal or a calf Give birth to a child of say five and a half
Complete with a schoolbag and sandwiches made All ready inside a big egg that you laid Emerging with questions and desperate to play Or else have a tadpole and give it away
Excellent poem, as ever, and the illustration is lovely. I was a bit concerned that you were leading up to things having gone full circle… luckily not! I was not expecting the fully furnished eggs.
THE RHYMING TIMES 
So pleased you like it – I guess it was written for you!
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Love this! Thanks for the Mother’s Day laugh!
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She liked getting it as a card anyway, whatever! Thanks for successfully transmitted comment 😊
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Thanks, gill, the poem made me chuckle as usual. Hope Mum liked the lovely still life illustration.
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I’ll take that as a ‘great’! Thanks and sorry if it’s a wordpress glitch
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That’s very good to know!
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Loved this. Can always rely on Rhyming Times to make me smile, or just view subjects from a different angle.
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Excellent poem, as ever, and the illustration is lovely. I was a bit concerned that you were leading up to things having gone full circle… luckily not! I was not expecting the fully furnished eggs.
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I’ve just remembered the wonderful book you introduced me to Caroline – ‘Mummy laid an egg’ … so that’s where it came from!!
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Love it!!!!!!! Very, very funny 😄
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