The Mess

Good Morning All, 

The following poem has only one purpose and that's to make parents smile. Only we could know how frustrating a teenager is to raise… justifying everything badly. My Son Josh was the best at reasoning, even when his reasons were bad, they were well presented. The following I dedicate to him. He always has made me smile. 

The Mess

What is the point? 

It’s a mess in another zone, 

When hanging or laying it won’t be alone. 

If I leave it there. 

Right here on this floor, 

Upon waking tomorrow - it’ll be right by the door. 

I see no good reason, 

To clean up my mess, 

And i’ve no idea why it’s causing such distress. 

It’ll be there tomorrow, 

In the exact same place. 

It’s just my mess Mum and in my living space. 

Mum I am late, 

Is it a written law? 

It's my organised mess, right here on my floor.

Where is my charger?

But it was here yesterday.

Yes Mum I'd know where it was - if I’d tidied it away!

By Helen Stallard

June 23, 2014.