Our Family

Our family has a matriarch
Her name is Gladys May
She makes the best rice pudding
Each time we go and stay
Our Robert is a farmer
His cows are pedigree
Our Elwyn’s a care worker
He’s as kind as he can be
Our Andrew is a policeman
Who has to act quite tough
Our Godfrey paints and papers
He really knows his stuff
Our Julie is still searching
For a career that will suit
Our Karen’s a Speech Therapist
Who’d like to earn more loot
And then there’s me “our Marian”
Who can’t stop writing rhymes
In some quite unusual places
And at inconvenient times
I wrote this on the fast train
From Brighton up to town
For when I get inspiration
I just have to write it down
The lady seated opposite
Had her nose shoved in a book
So I had to entertain myself
For the hour the journey took
Oh no! there’s been an announcement
“We’re sorry, we’ve lost power
So your journey up to London
May take another hour”
“Oh no!” I cried “that’s dreadful
It’s the worst news that I’ve had
For my pen is nearly empty
And I’ve almost filled my pad!”

©Marian Barker