Dear Margaret

Put on the washing Margaret

Make a start on all their teas

Have a look inside the freezer

See what’s left under the peas.

Fish sticks in crispy batter

Just like the ad man states

Some microchips go with it

Look lovely on their plates.

Put on the oven Margaret

They’ll be home within the hour

With tales of work and college

They really are a shower.

But have a fag first Margaret

A ciggie’ll do no harm

Back when you were younger

It added to your charm.

They're polaroids now Margaret

Dreams all disappeared

Stories and ambitions

Falling on deaf ears.

So ignore the real you Margaret

Put away those hopes and wishes

Bury that ambition

Underneath the unwashed dishes.

The ketchup’s in the cupboard

Your tears are in the sink

The cutlery is stainless

When exactly did you blink?

Wipe those tears our Margaret

Here come the hungry few

Tell us how your day was

And how was it for you?

Did you live your dream dear Margaret?

“I thought I did” you say

But those gaping mouths need feeding

“I’ll defer to another day”.