“It’s time for bed”
She called in vain,
Her calls went quite unheard.
Jane was chasing spiders.
John was drawing birds.
“It’s time for bed”
She called again,
This time a little louder.
Jane turned up her music.
John fed the cat some powder.
“It’s time for bed”
Echoed her call,
Tinged now with desperation.
Jane hugged the cat, a bit concerned
About its flatulation.
“It’s time for bed”
Her weary cry,
She poured herself a gin.
Jane, John and the cat looked on,
The towel thrown firmly in.
“It’s time for bed”
She whispered
As she downed the gin in one
Then up the stairs the mother went,
To sleep off all that fun.
Pooky's Poems 
Loved it but the tag bad mother was a tad harsh!! 😉 x
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ha ha! The reason for the tag is because I used to write a parenting blog called ‘poor parenting’ which got hacked and no longer exists) but I always referred to myself as the bad mother and thought that there may be other poems in this ‘series’ at a later date as I may be further inspired by my own lack of parenting skills. (for the record I haven’t ACTUALLY done what is outlined in the poem above…. not quite anyway 😉
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I didn’t think you had , not for a moment! 😉 I am a mum of three boys all grown and left home but I have lots of funny, harrowing and hilarious ( though not at the time) memories!! Have good saturday 😉
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It’s amazing how in hindsight everything can be viewed through rose tinted specs… I now recall with glee the tale of the worst car journey ever where it took us eleven hours to make a five hour trip as one of the girls had diarrhoea and we had to stop at every service station… and then when we ran out of service stations we had to change her nappy on the bonnet of the car on the hard shoulder of the M25 at 3am. I don’t think it felt very hilarious at the time but it makes for a great story!
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OH! yes I can agree with that! Once when we only had the eldest he screamed for three hours solid on a car journey then carried on when we got home, my husband took him out for a walk in the pram at 12.30am…….. I.45am we finally gave in a called the Dr …massive ear infection. Why did we not ring the Dr before?? We used to be frightened to do that 40yrs ago 🙂 as you say it was no fun then.. ..OMG Potty training…sorry best not go on! xx
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Ha ha! At least it means we’re never stuck for a story to tell 😉
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True , true!
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Brilliant! 🙂
Christine
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Great! I can relate… thankfully, all my kids made it to adulthood.. now I hug the cat. Great prose, beautiful timing and ease of flow. Great images as well.
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Ha ha! I hope mine do…. (and thank you)
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I love this! It made me smile and I’m still smiling. Reowr!
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Thanks Cubby… I was feeling a tad frustrated when I started writing it but was feeling quite a lot more smiley by the time I finished! Why can’t kids just have an off switch for bedtime eh? 😉
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Wonderful.
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Thank you…. can you tell that last night was a tricky bedtime night 😉
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You possess a naturally lyrical style that is joyous to read.
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Thank you – I’m not sure that’s true though since I started writing poems a few days ago I do seem to have started thinking in rhyme!
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