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Those who know me know how meek and mild I normally am ;), but where my kids are concerned, even I can be provoked

Submitted:Feb 8, 2013    Reads: 20    Comments: 9    Likes: 3   

Five months pregnant with my second

When stewardess shrilly beckoned

For trouble I hadn't reckoned

But suddenly I felt threatened

Baby son was awfully cute

Played by knees of man in suit

When a woman I could shoot

Chose to be none too astute

'How long do I have to be

Annoyed by your damned baby?'

The seat between the two was free

But still a problem she could see

'Ask me nicely' I suggested

As she rudely re-protested

By now my temper had been tested

As eyed her juice and where it rested

'How dare you call my child a brat?

Apologise or you'll get splat

With your drink', I pointed, 'that'

But she still insisted on a spat

I said, 'Do not say I didn't warn'

As violently slung what I'd sworn

But passing by was steward named Shaun

Who received my other half of scorn

As passenger sat dripping wet

Specs smeared and perm in need of set

Poor steward Shaun was left bereft

Very angry, he quickly left

He was sobbing in cabin loo

Was told Miss Bitter would sue

I frowned, then laughed; said 'wooh hoo,

What for? A bottle of shampoo?'


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