Good Night Sleep

It's 7pm and all's not well
We hoped tonight that you'd sleep....well
now the clock says half past 8
And your still in an awful state

It's 10pm and all's not well
Even the neighbours can tell
That your not happy and don't want sleep
And your groaning is piercing deep

It's the witching hour and all's not well
Your cryings really hard to quell
It's quickly turning into screaming
But your eyes are closed, are you dreaming?

It's 2am and all's not well
There really is an awful smell
I guess I'll have to change your bum
Maybe i should ask your mum

It's 3am and all's not well
You settled for a little spell
But feline squabbles over scraps
Woke you up...it feels pure crap

It's 4am and all's not well
I'm trying to stifle a yell
Told you to shhhh it's time to sleep
You shhhh'd me back and threw your sheep

It's 5am and all is well
we survived another night in hell
Time to nap and get a fix
Shame we have to get up at 6.

(image by brokendeathangel)

The Next In Line

The next in line
When they ran out the straight white teeth.

The next in line
as they dished up the last self belief.

The next in line
When they ran dry on artistic flair.

When they gave out muscles,
I wasn’t even there.

The next in line
When the luck ran dry.

The next in line
When they showed you how to cry.

None of that matters.

I pulled of the greatest coup,

Because I was first in line for you.

			

Poem for my Kitten

She's always right
and loves to smile
when you are wrong
and in denial.
She'll always get you in the end
no matter how you may defend.

You'll never change
the way she says
That she writes the rules,
she runs the plays.
In matters of her heart
you're already winning by taking part.

You'll never own a Kitten
Not even for a day
But if you treat them well,
there's a chance that they might stay.

This might seem tough, it may seem hard
but what is plain to see.
Is that there's nothing quite as sweet
as love that's given free.

			

Poem for Euan

The fickle monkey at the gate
Has got me in an awful state
For what gained me access minutes before
Wont get me in there any more

You can keep your cigarettes and alcohol
You can keep your red-bush tea
When I need a pick me up
There is just one thing for me

It’s as plentiful as sand on beaches
As rare as pixie hair
The trouble is like busses
When you need one it’s never there

It’s dressed in cherubic snot filled garb
And spewed out through the air
And although you cannot see it
You know it’s always there.

So can I have one little man
Let me see you squirm and wriggle
I need it to see me through the day
Please give me one more giggle.