This will probably ring bells with many mothers of grown up children, maybe dads as well.
I visited my son for the weekend.
He has an apartment in a town close by.
We always enjoy each others company.
He’s a kind and fun loving sort of guy.
I planned to put my feet up and relax,
But that’s not what my son had in mind.
First of all we had to do the washing,
Then nothing for dinner could we find.
Shopping seemed to be the only solution,
So off to the supermarket we did trot.
He filled up a trolley without a second thought
About whether he could pay for it or not.
My cheque card now very much lighter
We drove all the goodies back home,
Then sat down for a welcome hot drink
Of cappuccino frothing with foam.
The next day I snuggled down for a lie in,
But he had other ideas to off load.
He wanted us to spring clean the flat
Until he had a nice sweet smelling abode.
I dragged myself out of my warm bed,
A feather duster welded to my hand,
And lifted dust which was several inches thick
Until I thought I could no longer stand.
We scrubbed floors, cleaned baths and hoovered,
With a vengeance no one would believe,
Till at last the apartment was gleaming,
And I flopped down my fatigue to relieve.
Now I have finally returned from my short break
Well and truly in need of a rest.
And I won’t be visiting again for a few weeks,
Because he’s becoming a bit of a pest.
(He’s laughing because he thinks he’s the best….)
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