Peep Oh

Here’s a tired mummy
One, two, three
Collapses on the sofa
What does she see?

She sees her children bickering
Pants on the floor
Half eaten apple on the armchair
Fresh pen marks on the door

She sees her cup of tea
Cold and forgotten
A biscuit trampled in the rug
She smells a dirty bottom

Here’s a tired mummy
One, two, three
Tidying up the living room
What does she see?

Greasy fingers on the telly
A random welly boot
Plastic toy tat everywhere
Getting trampled underfoot

Here’s a tired mummy
One, two, three
Trying to get the dinner on
What does she see?

She sees a toddler in the way
Sprawled on the kitchen floor
Juggling pans around his head
Tries to coax him out the door

She sees fish fingers cooking
And beans on the hob

Here’s a tired mummy
One, two, three
Secretly eating chocolate
What does she see?

Two boys on her lap
Trying to grab her Freddo

Here’s a tired mummy
One, two, three
Sitting down for dinner
What does she see?

Old fork marks in the table
And a child that won’t sit on his seat
Fish fingers falling on the floor
Why won’t they just fucking eat?

Here’s a tired mummy
One, two, three
Exhausted, fast asleep
What does she see?

She sees her sun lounger
And her cocktail full of rum
She sees her long tanned legs
And feels her cellulite free bum

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