The Dish washer
When supper was ready there was a race to the table,
First to get there ate all they were able,
And those who were slow or hard of hearing,
Got there just as the mother was clearing,
Mugs and plates away to the sink,
There was nothing to eat but tea to drink,
And even that was cold and put in a jam jar,
If you had places to go it wouldn’t take you far,
There were no lazy kids in our house growing up,
We all raced to the table to get tea in a cup,
Usually there was no handle on its side,
Bloody thing was always too hot however we tried,
It burned and scalded our little tiny hands,
In summer it hurt but in winter it was grand,
Last to the table were destined to wash plates,
It was the youngest kid’s youth sealed their fates,
All the older ones were gone in a flash,
Bellies full out the door they’d dash,
Having ate all round them leaving little on the table,
We never gained weight in our house we weren’t able,
Now when supper is ready its ready on its own,
Parcelled into the oven or microwave alone,
There’s no call out the door to come in for yer tea,
No race to the table sat here only me,
There never seems to be a shortage of grub,
Less noise in the house you can eat in the pub,
But I still cook every day on the hob or in the oven,
No rushing or racing no pushing or shoving,
As I sit at my table I eat well but in a haze,
And long for the purpose and needy old days,
When if you were ever going to be late for your dinner,
You soon learned to be first in line making you a winner,
Our characters were built and we were always on guard,
It prepared us for life whose lessons were hard,
These days it’s easier for your kids and mine,
If they come to supper in my place they better be on time,
Because if by some chance they arrive here too late,
There will be none left to eat just a sink full of plates.
18 Jun. 12
The Guilt trip
Where are you off to she said as he heads for the door?
Back to the pub he replied to drink me some more,
Oh well now she screamed is this your intent,
You can drink in the pub but you have no cash for the rent,
Right you are then I’ll put your dinner neatly on your plate,
And I’ll place it on the oven top in case you are late,
There’s a recession on and there is no work to be had,
But go on to the pub and smile with the lads,
Sit in comfort and chat about how times sure are tough,
And when your done think of home when you’ve had enough,
As you stagger along thinking your mind is all clear,
Try to remember the clarity is clouded with beer,
Don’t start to sing me some of your sweet loving songs,
Or climb into bed and say you’d love to see me in a thong,
Like your dinner sat there on top of the oven,
Use it as it’s the only thing, into which you will be shoving,
Head off with you now will I open that door,
God help you sure you look like you could do with a few more,
For this is so hard a life in which you have spent,
To hell with it love you are more important then rent,
Tomorrow is a new day and though it may not be great,
We will help you out of your bed and deal with our fate,
In sharing this moment we should both be glad,
But you go ahead now spend time with the lads,
And should you awake and think you feel a bit rough,
Leave it to me sure I’ll tend to your stuff,
Such a hard life you have with the drinking more beer,
Before you head off now are you sure that your mind is clear,
I’ll sit home waiting for you rightly or wrong,
And when you hear last orders shouted I’ll take off this thong,
And burn it on the footpath beside our front gate,
And as you pass it take notice you will be forever too late,
Make your mind up as your dinner is still hot on the oven,
Is it the pub or staying home for some fun and warm loving?
It may have been a guilt trip as his jaw opened wide,
But to bed he was taken and her face filled with pride.
hope you enjoyed these i did lol
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