Melancholy
filled
mums think:
A shoe sale is on over there;
People laugh at a cafe down there;
They eat cake through there; or
Someone goes on holiday up there,
yet we’re stuck
listening to spoilt
children wailing about
lollipops and money.
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Melancholy
filled
mums think:
A shoe sale is on over there;
People laugh at a cafe down there;
They eat cake through there; or
Someone goes on holiday up there,
yet we’re stuck
listening to spoilt
children wailing about
lollipops and money.