10th December 2010
( at my Nan’s )
I went out to see my Nan today;
Little did I know I would of needed to pray,
My crackpot uncle slashed our car wheels;
So naughtily I wanted him to see how it feels!
So I their a scarf in a pile of mud;
I think I did it, just co’s I could!
I know it was wrong, I was just so upset;
Three years of abuse, and getting me wet!
Oh and not only that there was physical abuse;
But silly old me tried to make a truce!
They don’t want to talk to me, they hate me really bad;
And after all they’ve done i got a little mad.
I have never swore or shouted at them, I always played it cool;
But putting the scarf on the car, made me feel like a fool,
I have never dropped to their level before; never in my life;
I just plodded on being treated like mud; and took all their strife.
But eight hours in Nan’s with the heating full blast;
I wanted the RAC; so I could get home fast,
But I am sorry that I placed the scarf; on the bonnet of their car;
Up until that point; they had never pushed me this far!
But now I’m sorry co’s I let down God;
I deserve to be chastised, don’t spare the rod!
Three years of torture and I acted on the spot;
I hope God forgives me, it was impulse not a plot!
By Marie Beggs
Copyright
( at my Nan’s )
I went out to see my Nan today;
Little did I know I would of needed to pray,
My crackpot uncle slashed our car wheels;
So naughtily I wanted him to see how it feels!
So I their a scarf in a pile of mud;
I think I did it, just co’s I could!
I know it was wrong, I was just so upset;
Three years of abuse, and getting me wet!
Oh and not only that there was physical abuse;
But silly old me tried to make a truce!
They don’t want to talk to me, they hate me really bad;
And after all they’ve done i got a little mad.
I have never swore or shouted at them, I always played it cool;
But putting the scarf on the car, made me feel like a fool,
I have never dropped to their level before; never in my life;
I just plodded on being treated like mud; and took all their strife.
But eight hours in Nan’s with the heating full blast;
I wanted the RAC; so I could get home fast,
But I am sorry that I placed the scarf; on the bonnet of their car;
Up until that point; they had never pushed me this far!
But now I’m sorry co’s I let down God;
I deserve to be chastised, don’t spare the rod!
Three years of torture and I acted on the spot;
I hope God forgives me, it was impulse not a plot!
By Marie Beggs
Copyright