Mum can’t win

You’re always making my life hard Mum
Why do I have to wipe my bum?
Please don’t make me brush my teeth
Or comb my hair or eat my beef.
Why’s my favourite dress not clean?
Not twenty beans, I want fifteen.
Please not that knife and not that fork,
Don’t you listen when I talk?
I like the green one…not that green,
The green that has a bluey sheen.
Where’s my doll mum? Is it lost?
Why’d you lose it? Now I’m cross.
I don’t want to go to bed,
NEVER wash my Super Ted.
Read me a story, but not too long,
Not that voice, you’re reading it wrong.
Why do you get nothing right?
You’re a lovely Mum, but you’re not that bright.

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Today’s prompt is to write a poem which someone is reprimanded.

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13 Responses to Mum can’t win

  1. colonialist says:

    I would imagine that
    The right thing for that brat
    To be the proper comer-upper
    Is stright to bed; forget the supper! 🙂

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    • PookyH says:

      ha ha! Thankfully this poem is inspired by lots of individual comments rather than one big onslaught! It does make us laugh when Lyra (4) tells us we’re making her life hard!

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  2. words4jp says:

    Moms always know what are kids are thinking…. Great piece – if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought it was written by a child!!

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  3. Great poem Pooky, the last line reminded me of a mate of mine who grew up believing his dad was the dumbest person alive then one day when he was twenty he realised his dad wasn’t as dumb as he thought he was, having bailed him out of trouble on numerous occasions.

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    • PookyH says:

      It’s amazing how our opinions of our parents change as we age. I learnt a lot about my parents and gained a new respect for them when we started to go through the process of being allowed to have Ellie join our family. Nothing like having social workers all over you and your family asking you searing questions about your parents’ parenting to make you give it some thought and see it through a different lens…

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      • Very much so, my daughter, who has a new baby was asked by the community health nurse about her own upbringing and was careful what she said…..though her partner did say something rude but apt about her mother.

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      • PookyH says:

        Ah, but she did, at least,, have a most wonderful father…

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      • Ha……my children often come to dinner and regale me with stories of how traumatic their lives have been having me as a father…..thankfully its all in fun or I’d be a nervous wreck…..I am lucky my children and I get along so very well.

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      • PookyH says:

        Yes, I think it’s the the most precious thing in life. I imagine that having grown up children you get on with must be wonderful. I look forward to it!

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      • It is good, they produce grand kids, they confide in you, they ask for money (there’s always a down side)(but they do pay back) but you help them whenever you can.
        And my six get along so well when they get together. Soon all three girls will be living around me and that will be wonderful.

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  4. An interesting twist!

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