Discover Habbo's history
Treat yourself with a Secret Santa gift.... of a random Wiki page for you to start exploring Habbo's history!
Happy holidays!
Celebrate with us at Habbox on the hotel, on our Forum and right here!
Join Habbox!
One of us! One of us! Click here to see the roles you could take as part of the Habbox community!


Results 1 to 6 of 6
  1. #1
    Join Date
    Nov 2004
    Location
    Colchester UK
    Posts
    160
    Tokens
    0

    Default A poem by my mum xD

    Lol At one point in history I said I would post one of my mums poems so here it is:

    So You're Gonna Have A Baby!

    So.. you`re gonna have a baby
    And I bet you just can`t wait
    But do you know what lies ahead
    after the delivery-date?
    It`s not as you may picture it
    Or others make it out to be,
    Your whole world will turn upside down,
    Just you wait and see.

    You`re in for many changes
    In the days and weeks ahead,
    Things, they`ve never mentioned
    In the baby-books you`ve read.
    And while I`m not an expert
    On babies and their care,
    I thought I`d better warn you
    And help you to prepare.

    From that very first moment
    With the baby in your arms,
    That gorgeous little bundle
    Is using all its charms
    To work on you, in subtle ways
    And try to win your heart,
    Ensuring that you`ll love it
    right from the very start.

    The baby`s born and suddenly,
    There`s not enough hours per day;
    Of the twenty-four, there were before,
    Seems half have gone away.
    The endless rounds of feeding
    And nappy-changes too
    Mean that out of every four,
    There`s, perhaps, one hour for you.

    Did I forget to mention
    How much happens that first week?
    How your ****s can grow to melon-size
    And then begin to leak?
    And then, of course your bottom`s sore
    And your stitches pull like hell
    And if that isn’t bad enough,
    You`re constipated as well.



    Your emotions are in turmoil,
    Your mood swings up and down,
    One minutes smile or laughter
    changes quickly to a frown.
    Your hormones cause the baby-blues
    But I`ve a theory too,
    Surviving on three hours sleep each night
    Can do the same for you.

    Hope your husband remembers
    on your discharge day
    that your pre-pregnancy figure
    has vanished away.
    There`s nowt so disheartening
    As trying to squeeze
    Into favourite jeans
    That won`t pass your knees.

    It`s good to be home
    And at last, you can rest,
    Once you`ve washed up the dishes
    And tidied the mess.
    It`s not that men don`t try
    But most women will say
    “my husband just doesn’t do
    Housework, my way”

    Something you`ll discover
    which you never saw before
    Is that your husband is deaf
    When starting to snore.
    During daytime, he says proudly,
    “Our baby, to keep!”
    That baby`s all yours
    When he needs his sleep.

    Not only is he deaf
    But you will soon tell
    That something`s affecting
    His sense of smell.
    He`ll change wet nappies
    Without ever a moan
    But dirty ones and sicky clothes
    He leaves well alone

    Now that i`ve told you
    All I recall
    I bet that you`re wishing
    I hadn`t bothered at all.
    But I`ve looked on the black side
    With all the above,
    None of which reckons
    on the forces of love.

    Within a short while,
    You will find out firsthand
    That the dirtier jobs
    you just do, on demand
    don`t matter at all
    compared with the joy
    you feel, when you look
    at your new girl or boy.

    So, enjoy the new baby
    With which you`ve been blessed,
    My very best wishes
    Come along with the rest.
    With every new day
    Comes a moment to treasure
    Which stays in your memory
    For ever and ever.

    Words can`t explain
    The joy you will have
    Just from raising your child
    And giving it love
    We`ll know soon enough
    How you like being a mother
    When you announce to the world
    “I`m having another!”
    An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind!

    To say you are part of the majority makes you one of the minority.


  2. #2
    Join Date
    Jun 2004
    Location
    Pluto
    Posts
    2,430
    Tokens
    138

    Latest Awards:

    Default

    Did I forget to mention
    How much happens that first week?
    How your ****s can grow to melon-size
    And then begin to leak?
    And then, of course your bottom`s sore
    And your stitches pull like hell
    And if that isn’t bad enough,
    You`re constipated as well.


    Thats bits Brillaint,

    Your Mum Is Very Talented.
    I want to be a Penguin,Hippo,Llama Real Boy!


    Ex-Forum Moderator - 2005-2008
    Ex-Habbox Live DJ - 2006-2007
    x

  3. #3
    Join Date
    Jan 2005
    Location
    Jinxxed
    Posts
    543
    Tokens
    0

    Default

    I love it :p
    Aww. staff getting stressed because I spoke my mind ? Banned for being "abusive" The only thing that is abusive is the fact that you've got a bunch of bully's on the forum and you do nothing about it. (e.g. Woodrally)

    - Jinxxed

  4. #4
    Join Date
    Jul 2004
    Location
    Habbox Elite
    Posts
    1,171
    Tokens
    0

    Latest Awards:

    Default

    Very very good Thats excellent and I never thought about it that way. I always thought the biggest problem would be the crying...lol
    Thank you god, I will never have to be a mum...Phew

    Tell your mum its a great poem, she's really talented.


    Dear Email forwarders.
    No, I do not think your joke was funny. I think you are an idiot. I think I want to ram my keyboard through your teeth.
    Oh, and those chain-emails that instruct me to "forward 7 times, and the one I love will come back" -- those are even better.
    Next time you send me one of those, how about I just smash your face with my stapler 7 times, and see if you come back?

  5. #5
    Join Date
    Dec 2004
    Location
    I live in the UK!
    Posts
    158
    Tokens
    0

    Default

    lol, its cool, good and funny - ur mum sounds cooooool
    These wounds won't seem to heal
    This pain is just too real
    There’s just too much that time cannot erase
    When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
    When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
    I held your hand through all of these years
    But you still have...all of me
    [......Evanescence - My Immortal......]


    Someone... Somewhere... Is thinking of you right now......

  6. #6
    Join Date
    Nov 2004
    Location
    Colchester UK
    Posts
    160
    Tokens
    0

    Default

    All my mates seem to think so, but I'm not sure whether that is because she acts like she is drunk when they are round or not.
    An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind!

    To say you are part of the majority makes you one of the minority.


Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •