Children tugging apron strings
in the background kettle sings,
eggs are boiling in the pan
doorbell rings it's the postman.
Baby yelling for his egg
tripping on the table leg,
husband looking for his tea
one cup short where can it be?
Backwards forwards inside out
restless children's hungry shout,
from the burner to the sink
baby screaming for a drink.
Missing knives not enough forks
baby nibbling at his chalks,
toast and eggs are served in haste
not a moment more to waste.
Table looks like world war three
wipe it clean in time for tea,
missed your breakfast once again
maybe coffee break at ten?
A contest entry
- Title Options... (Closes in 5 days) by Touchof1der.
525 points, ended April 14, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you sooo much for the humor that arrived at a most perfect time.
You certainly have a great way with words. Wonderful job! Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you in all of your endeavors. Keep that pen handy and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest! 
♥ Touchof1der -
I like the pic
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i like your take on the waitress thing, thats how us mom's feel sometimes, good luck in the contest and keep writing, -Amy
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Hilly
you are a wiz at humorous poetry and always good for a laugh. I think you missed your calling dear. But hey where is my tea gal. lol
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