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Array ( [sid] => 122977 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Teenager [time] => 2006-07-10 02:37:22 [hometext] => Humorous it maybe, but also true. Sue :-) [bodytext] => The sound of Bass guitar,
Throbs in my head,
The music cd playing,
Fills me with dread,
The television full blast,
Playing to the street,
Every chair full of clutter,
Even though I left it neat,

I follow the trail,to the bedroom,
Where clothes are scattered about,
There's make up ,perfume and jewellery,
Oh! my daughter must be off out,

She utters the words,"Whats for tea mum"
I am starving,and don't have much time,
Will you rustle me up something quickly,
And to drink I'll have lemon and lime,

I look at her for a moment,
Then think back to my younger days,
Was I ever at all as untidy?
Did I have her slovenly ways,?

I decide in an instant I wasn't,
And look at the carnage about,
I hand her a coat and a handbag,
And suggest she better eat out,

When she's gone, and the racket is turned off,
And the mess is all cleared away,
When my rooms look again as I left them,
I decide that is how they must stay,

Then I jump in a bath full of bubbles,
To relax away the stress and the strain,
It's my life as a teenagers mother,
I love her ,but my god she's a "PAIN"

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My Teenager

Contributed by jerseysue on Monday, 10th July 2006 @ 02:37:22 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

The sound of Bass guitar,
Throbs in my head,
The music cd playing,
Fills me with dread,
The television full blast,
Playing to the street,
Every chair full of clutter,
Even though I left it neat,

I follow the trail,to the bedroom,
Where clothes are scattered about,
There's make up ,perfume and jewellery,
Oh! my daughter must be off out,

She utters the words,"Whats for tea mum"
I am starving,and don't have much time,
Will you rustle me up something quickly,
And to drink I'll have lemon and lime,

I look at her for a moment,
Then think back to my younger days,
Was I ever at all as untidy?
Did I have her slovenly ways,?

I decide in an instant I wasn't,
And look at the carnage about,
I hand her a coat and a handbag,
And suggest she better eat out,

When she's gone, and the racket is turned off,
And the mess is all cleared away,
When my rooms look again as I left them,
I decide that is how they must stay,

Then I jump in a bath full of bubbles,
To relax away the stress and the strain,
It's my life as a teenagers mother,
I love her ,but my god she's a "PAIN"

Copyright © jerseysue ... [ 2006-07-10 02:37:22]
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Re: My Teenager (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 10th July 2006 @ 03:12:14 AM AEST
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Very true but my girls always had to clean their own rooms.
Very good work, my dear friend.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy
they were still a pain while going thru adolesence tho.

Re: My Teenager (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Monday, 10th July 2006 @ 03:56:21 AM AEST
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Sue, my eldest son always cleaned his room his married now and helps his wife, my other son , no a slob lol.. brilliant poem bet every one with a teenager can relate to it. xxxx

Re: My Teenager (User Rating: 1 )
by wrdz on Monday, 10th July 2006 @ 06:46:43 AM AEST
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How is a bubble bath like a writing tablet?

They both are able to relieve the frustrations of the day.

Nice work here. Thank you for sharing this. wrdz

Re: My Teenager (User Rating: 1 )
by NoSaint on Monday, 10th July 2006 @ 09:56:48 AM AEST
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Oh how we love our teens
We take them with all their faults
And when they are finally grown
And move out we do somersaults

Hugs
Shari

Re: My Teenager (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 11th July 2006 @ 07:13:38 PM AEST
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Cherish the days though because someday she'll grow up and move out and you'll really miss her. My daughter has grown up and married now. She has also moved to another state and wow do I miss her a lot!!!!

I really love the poem. Brought a smile to my face.

Thank you for sharing it.

Tim

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