Poem -
love's a crock
I want to write about love..
I loved Snowy
my white rabbit,
she made a nest every year -
just out of habbit,
one hot Summer she slept
in the full sun,
and burnt her pecker,
I greased it every day
till it was better
as I loved her,
but I couldn't save her
from Mum's caserole
and I ate her..
with peas and carrots
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I had just a bit of morbid giggles, I guess the rabbit lost the habit. what an excellent read...I needed my morning allotment of giggles, it goes well with a bit o' morning Java.
I think I wrote it in the guise of an eight year old...I remember it well, my dad skinned the rabbit and my mum cooked it and they didnt want to tell me, I was eating the casserole and said, this is Snowy, and they denied it, (did taste like chicken) I went outside to check and said, "told you it was" and carried on eating, they thought I would go bananas...but too late at that point.Β Can't seem to write about Love..i start then I throw the towel in.
love is a hard one to pin down. I find if I write about my children it comes a bit easier. I have never been one to get mushy over my husband. not that I don't adore him, it seems when you carry your child for 8 months it just does something to a mother. Fathers are good but there is something more to being a mother.Β
*nine months* lol
a mother's love, yes it's special.Β We lend our body and souls to life.Β Β
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