Crazy Day
I sit here, waiting on my chair
For the funeral to start
When suddenly I start to squirm
And my brother does a fart
My mothers sitting in front of me
Unaware to my struggle
I looked at my brother in his pram
While I tried to hold in my puddle
At 10 years old with a very weak bladder
I can hardly hold it in
So I reach out in front and poke my mum
And she looks at me as if I’ve done sin
She grips my wrist and comes in close
And whispers in my ear
That if I dare say a word
My life would be filled with fear
The speeches start and a slide show plays
But I can barely sit still
My muscles are weakening and I'm getting tired
And then I become like road kill
Ah I scream and stand up straight
As the nuns start to hum
Mum turns around and stares at me
And the stain right near my bum
I watch in silence as everyone goes
Into the reception
But not mum my brother and me
We are the exception
I head back in the bathroom
With the towel around my waist
My little brother screaming
As I pick him up with haste
Mum comes in and scowls at me
Her face was red as red
Then she stood and stared at me
And my brother fred
She took one look at my towel
Which was given to me by staff
And then she doubled over
As she began to laugh
End
