My boozy poem is now a song, appearing on a stage in Sydney. Now that calls for a drink….
Mum didn’t teach me baking skills
She didn’t lead me to the sink
She kept me close, without the apron strings
She taught me how to think Continue reading
A poem where the title says it all.
A poem that really is about buying a 2 in 1 steam cleaner
I need a change of mood
I need to breathe, feel soothed
To find joy in those little things
I need to turn away
From a world that says
“It’s hard time’s we are living in” Continue reading
A budding career Swiftly, it blossoms: "But why?" You eye my breasts. "Oh."
I don’t much care for jelly shots
I’m drinking, I’m not eating
I don’t much care for alcopops
Quite frankly, that’s just cheating Continue reading
At the end of each school half term I have made a promise to myself to look back on how I am finding blogging so far. This will help me smile at the good stuff that has happened, but also make me consider if the blog is worth the time that I am spending on it. Continue reading
We Were Going Out to Dinner
We were going out to dinner,
And I thought, “I’d look much thinner
In the pants that stick my stomach to my spine” Continue reading