“Stinky socks” yells mother
“as usual !…here under your bed”
“Filthy knickers also”
Screams Mum, now shaking her head
“Clean this bedroom NOW”
she yells
and I block my poor sensitive ears
The voice of a fog horn
is blaring
the whole darn street now hears
“as usual !…here under your bed”
“Filthy knickers also”
Screams Mum, now shaking her head
“Clean this bedroom NOW”she yells
and I block my poor sensitive ears
The voice of a fog horn
is blaring
the whole darn street now hears
I grab the dirty laundry
and bundle it up tight
Stick it in the cupboard
out of Mothers sight
I smell a kind’a odour
like lavender in bloom
oh no! she used the freshener
and ruined my smelly room
I hate it when Mothers
stick their noses in
It’s my space although small
If I want it to smell of
my stinky old socks
it’s my right after all
(images from pbteen)
