Mum

by

Stephen Cree

The very first words I ever spoke
according to my mum
were 'brachial plexus bronchiolitis'
and then I sucked my thumb.

From thereon my mater thought
that I'd become a doctor
but I didn't fancy that
and my reluctance shocked 'er.

She's still convinced I meant to say
those multi-syllabic words
but I was only six weeks old
so find this quite absurd.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mum
but not her expectations
I'm happy in my dead end job
as Head of The United Nations.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Matthew Campbell
by: Angela Bean
from: Stuarts Draft, VA, US

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