Mother's Ruin, by Peter Floyd of Crouch End
MOTHERS RUIN! Your father, said my mother, Is permanently tired He lay so still on the sofa son I thought that he d expired. But prompt at five that s opening time He got up like a lark Rising like a Frankenstein From a million volted spark. Then down
Your father, said my mother,
Is permanently tired
He lay so still on the sofa son
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He got up like a lark
Rising like a Frankenstein
From a million volted spark.
Then down again to his boozing mates
With not a thought for me
But he's always been the same that man
Ten pints and a pie for tea.
He always says I won't be long
So put the kettle on
Then he comes rolling home after time
Singing where have all the flowers gone.
He pokes his head around the door
Says love you're not annoyed?
You know I hate missing Eastenders
But I'm afraid I was deloyed.
He then says socialising can kill a man
And collapses in a chair
Then I get mad and go to bed
Ah - but I put a blanket on him there.
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