Rocking in me coffin

Baby confiscated me denim mini skirt best
buy from me charity haunts was it cancer heart
or arthritis now me short legs are having withdrawal
symptoms gotta get a fix found its twin in the Big C
you are thundering towards 50 mum mini skirts are
4 teenagers u must grow old
giving my oscar winning performance I nod demurely
smile like a granny should rocking her chair with blanket
on knee cat on lap knitting sipping earl grey dunking
digestives minute her back’s turned slip on me legs’ mate
Baby u don’t know ur mum do ya i was born to rock in me
coffin to robbie with the worms to faithless rolling stones
boogie not 4 me the white robe of heaven mini skirted devil foot
less barbie pink doc martens knee high red kisses accessorised
age graciously
u having a laugh aren’t ya
i m the first chinese cockney
clear cloud
gotta live up 2 me name ain’t it
no can do babes
i’ll be rocking in me coffin
texting ya from the waiting room
from way under


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on July 26, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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