Dead As A Door Knob.
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Livvi BIlson, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2009
It’s as if,
I’m on a different planet.
Me wife’s a nutcase and
Me daughter’s just as bad.
Me son and me,
Are the only sane people for miles.
Me mum in-law is so bloody stubborn.
I’m glad she’s pushing up daisies.
On top of that hill. I swear her face,
Would be crinkled up in a disapproving look.
But what can she do?
She’s two metres in the ground,
With half a ton of dirt on top of her.
She can’t wave her finger at me.