Que Sera Sera

Well today was an absolute riot, but its' over now..well the debris is still lingering over the trenches obviously - but as always Que Sera Sera.

I'm writing one of those 'serious poems' I've heard so much about, har de har. Its nowhere near finite but it is quite freshly spawning over MS Word quite nicely. Here's how its going so far. Its about me mumsy.

When I was born
My mum fell asleep giving birth to me.
With a half hearted heave, and a yawn
She was gone. She wouldn’t set me free.

And how times change.
When I was three
My legs were strange
And new to me

So I would power
Down my street
Million miles per hour
Perplexed by my own feet

Mum would call out my name
And charge like rutting rhino
To get to me, put me to shame
Say I’d crossed the line so

I’d have to be grounded
She’d yell as I’d cry
As her threats resounded
And I spat out my eyes

So I wouldn’t have to look
At that disappointed stare
That wavered, and took
My breath out of the air

Before I was born
My mum succumbed to nicotine
Ciggie-slapped lips from dusk til’ dawn
I figured that was a bit mean

To scramble over cigarettes
Clutching matches to her swollen bump
Come on woman - simple etiquette
I’m a foetus, not an incidental lump...




***



That's all I've got so farr..brewing away quite nicely. It's my half brothers 1st birthday tomorrow and I have made a pin the tail on the donkey for the occasion with my absurd crayon skills. That B in GCSE Art seems so far away now as I awkwardly crunch bits of pencil lead on a white page forcing a donkey to happen.

Hot diggidy damn.