twisted old women

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
this poem is about a alcoholic that lives around the corner from me and had her children taken away from her due to chucking a boiling hot pot noodle at her 2 year old son.
she also tries to make my 2 children aged 13,and 3 to like her . and makes out that she cares about then

Submitted: November 29, 2012

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wen i see ur ugly face n u knock upon my door , 
hope the skys open up n the rain begins to pour,
n as u stand upon the step n expect to walk right in
i shout that silly rubbish,belongs in the bin.

just think yourself lucky n can still walk away
n eat your pot noodle or throw it away,
just mind the clean carpet n the nice fire place 
cause soon it will be covered in his little cute face.



if u come to my door n u get no reply 
n u have nothing or no one in sight
my children are laughing n happy n full.
 
 
 
Michelle Mcgoran,33


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