Her tits are on the mantelpiece,
Her gallstones in a jar.
Her spleen's set in a paperweight,
And other bits of Ma
Are scattered round the drawing room
Set in Perspex, glass and stone.
Her frontal lobe's a doorstop,
And her hip, a telephone.
A frugal woman, Mother,
Not particularly clever.
But she made sure every single bit
Of her would last for ever.
(This is dedicated to all those who commented on my last post. Their comments inspired me to waste twenty minutes that should have been spent on the novel.Thanks, guys. Any excuse... )
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
Posted by Frances Garrood at 17:22
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Excellent…you should publish your poems. Are you writing a new novel? Hooray….cant wait!ReplyDelete
Frances I'm afraid the novel is a bit stuck. Hence the silly poem...Delete
That is hilarious, Frances. Frances is right, you should publish your poems, you make us laugh and make us cry and that is a wonderful thing to be able to do (also glad about the new novel) xReplyDelete
Teresa, you're so sweet, but I am not a poet!Delete
I love these, not really the sort of poem to accompany breakfast. Twenty minutes was twenty minutes well spent.ReplyDelete
Oh Adrian...I waste so much time on this kind of thing. Sorry about the breakfast.Delete
This is great! I would send it to those people at the hospital/surgery who did not give you your own bits when you were asking for them.ReplyDelete
Meike, I don't think they'd be very pleased...Delete
Thank you for the great start to my day, Frances. I will be happy and productive after reading that.ReplyDelete
Please, pop over to my blog today if you get chance. I've conducted my first author interview. So excited. Happy Writing!!
Thank you Nicola. I'll pay you a visit.Delete
Made me smile. A book of your poems would be a great idea.ReplyDelete
Apart from the fact that I'm not a poet, and poems are hard to get published, Maggie!Delete
Very funny! 'Her frontal lobe's a doorstep ..' Love that.ReplyDelete
You're very kind, Fran. Actually it was doorstop. I don't think a brain would withstand the traffic on a doorstep...?Delete
I laughed when I first read it and I've now laughed again.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Graham.Delete
So funny! I wonder if that's what they did with my spleen?! ;-)ReplyDelete