About Me
My Mum…
thinks I’m a lesbian -
which would be fine it it were true;
there’s a lot to be said,
for not giving head,
and pretending to like Doctor Who.
My Dad…
thinks I’m a genius -
and yet still worries how my life will be;
not married, just flirtations,
being eaten by alsations,
in a flat built for one that smells of wee.
My Gran…
thinks I’m a problem child -
a rebel without reason, or a cause;
it’s fine being gritty,
but much better to look pretty,
with a husband who just worships and adores.
My Sister…
thinks I’m an alien -
who fell to earth from planet Zort ;
but, coming from a drama queen,
who clearly skipped the ‘clever’ gene,
I don’t lose too much sleep over such a thought.
My Friends…
think I’m a dreamer -
with my mind adrift, on its way to the moon;
to be fair, I’m not resistant,
since my own thoughts are consistent,
though I rather hope it lands there… pretty soon.