Canto CIX

What’s twenty weeks to everybody else?
How many think back to where they were then?
They look ahead to Christmas and the sales,

some Auld Lang Sine and back to work again
to get in first to book that holiday
then getting drunk again at Halloween.

In twenty weeks our calm, leisurely days
come to a crashing end—goodbye to sleep,
hello to countless hours of CBeebies,

the steady flow of nappy loads of crap,
our hair triggers fine tuned for infant wails
and even though our reserves will be sapped

we’ll never bore of telling one and all
about how we’ve achieved what the salp does
in just one day, but us, we’ll be special

because our baby’s way better than yours.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 30, 2012 @ 00:09:20

    Now is never like you imagined it would be.


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