Monday, 29 April 2013


One day, he squealed like a sweltering piglet;
another, he sighed like the wind in a cave.
He said to his children at breakfast ‘You’re stupid!’
and grunted like Rambo when pushing his car.

Later, he whistled his way to the boozer;
at night-time, he snored like a didgeridoo
He said to his children at breakfast ‘I love you!’
and cried when his missus then told him the news.


  1. Must have been a divorce~great poem.

  2. LOVE THIS POEM!! My OCD is making it hard for me to come to terms that I don't know what the missus said... it's killing me but keeps me thinking and searching for more answers reading it again. Well done!