Everyday Poems

They said 

You are your 

mother’s son

But without 

her great 

sense of fun

Like her you have 

A full head of hair 

Except for the round bit 

At the back 

That’s bare

Still you have 

her beautiful eyes

Just a shame 

They’re ruined 

By sties 

But what lovely 

Quaint dainty feet

Weird though 

They are so near 

Your seat

That said 

You have a lovely 

Flat tum

Unfortunate that it’s

On the same side 

As your bum

Your legs are 

A genuine 

sight to see

To look at them 

You could charge 

A fee

A circus would 

Give you a job

But a sight of you 

Would provoke 

A riotous mob