Runty OnesA Poem by gombeggarLittle bits squealing away Little niblits squealing all day Where’s their mum? Out prancing again? Shouldn't she be home in her lioness den? Leaving me to sort all things out Whilst she runs around touting her clout
Never mess with a lioness queen
Still here I am when I should be out parading Damn me for being parental in staying The kids need their mum They at least need someone How’d I get this gig? Why am I stuck in deep?
Good question. Same question each thyme
She said she would be right back Here again she always says that Just to the store for a few odds and ends Or did she say she was shopping for clothes again? No more toasters, I really hope not Maybe she went to get bread? Or maybe not
C’mon…Where is she?
The little ones, they are running about Pulling and pushing, grabbing my ears now Mother’s milk is what they all need Wish they’d all stop clawing at me What’s a lion king to do? I should be out in the savanna, need to leave soon
Don’t be pulling that! It’s not my tail!
Where did she go? Where could she be? She’s left me alone again here Come back soon, mah dear! Everyone be quiet now! How on earth does she manage them all? Wow!
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Added on September 10, 2012Last Updated on September 15, 2012 Authorgombeggarhazleton, PAAbouti'm a writer, older then my years, younger then as well...i'm a fool and a giant...not usually on the same days more..Writing
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