Dinosaurs in the breadbin, <br />Fish fingers in the loo - <br />If you had to live in our house, <br />You'd be crazy too! <br />There'd be chewed-up toast in your pocket <br />Marbles in your shoe, <br />And undies that perch on the lightshade <br />And threaten to land on you. <br />Evertone talks, no-one listens, <br />No other sound can break through <br />So when I crawl in at six-thirty, <br />No-one says 'Dad, how are you? ' <br />Conkers congeal in the bathroom, <br />Jaffa cakes stick around too - <br />I run to our bedroom in panic <br />But I can still hear the hullaballoo! <br />There's a witches hat on the wardrobe, <br />It might cast a spell or two - <br />If only it turned kids into budgies - <br />(Jesus, I'm crazy too!) <br />My mouth is dry and I'm shaking <br />Must escape to the Nag's Head for a few - <br />So now you know why we lily-livered fathers <br />Stay out for as long as we do!<br /><br />jane solanrobertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dinosaurs-in-the-breadbin/
