Mother (or Findus Crispy Pancakes)
By chelseyflood
Mon, 01 Dec 2008
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Oh, you promised me the world, Mother.
Those nights in front of
the gas fire with the Mitchells, Dingles, Duckworths.
You cooked Findus crispy pancakes and I basked
in the warm orange glow,
your little superman in spiderman pyjamas.
“A right bobby dazzler!”
D’you remember, Mother?
I thought I was something quite special.
Not so when I got to school
and they slammed me into classroom doors,
gathered me up with the other queers.
To be despised.
Do you remember?
You and me sitting in full make up
eating Findus crispy pancakes with our hands.
It was all such good fun wasn’t it?
it was all such a laugh?
I was going to be an ac-tor
and you my pushy mum
in the stage wings
my biggest fan.
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Exceptionally excellent!well
Permalink Submitted by tamara on
Exceptionally excellent!well done.
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WOW! Takes the breath away,
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
WOW! Takes the breath away, this is special! Super stuff.
Chris X
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