why i dont want kids
poem by:
James Mccurdie
Written
on Mar 09, 2014
me a dad no siree they'd drive me mad i know you might think im a moan but what would i do when they tried to polish my chrome dome but i could all the mess especially when i got home i think they'd drive me nuts and everytime they had a fall and through the dirt they crawl id have to plaster their cuts maybe i need to think happy but i couldnt and wouldnt change a single nappy and my wife would nag and if i spoke bag her mother would hit me with her shopping bag no i dont want kids
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Georgina Richardson commented:
We all say that but the little tykes get us all eventually. I`ve got 6 of them. Great piece and an amusing read well done.
G xx
