Oh Mother-Dear, Not You

1st June 2021

They’re going to kill me
I have to leave
Shoes, clothes, tights
What to take to keep it light
Bank card, pension book
But then they’ll know just where to look
I’ll withdraw the money before I go

Mother, where are you off to?

You’re going to kill me, I have to go

Oh Mother-dear
Whatever gave you that idea?

You said it, I heard
Going to kill that fat old bird

Old Bertha, the hen, not you, you sweet head-flop
You really shouldn’t eavesdrop


85 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eavesdrop

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24 Responses to Oh Mother-Dear, Not You

  1. Violet Lentz's avatar Violet Lentz says:

    Clever! But I think this should be a foresight moment for her if nothing else! hehehe

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  2. Dale's avatar Dale says:

    Oh well done, you! That was a fun read 🙂

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  3. poetisatinta's avatar poetisatinta says:

    So funny Crispina – that will teach her!!😅

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  4. Reena Saxena's avatar Reena Saxena says:

    Digital transactions leave better trails. At least they will find out where their mother is 🙂

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  5. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:

    Aww, poor mother.

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  6. Too funny, Crispina. You should never listen to only half a conversation…

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