3 August 2012

I knew my Friday night was doomed

As the cloud of illness loomed

My little girl acts 18 but only 8

Was very quiet and in a state

She'd not been well all day long

A mothers instinct it is strong

I intended on a chilled out night

But sickness thought 'yeah right'

I'd had a great day, got myself a treat

Some funky shoes and a book to read

The third instalment of Mr Grey

So I could write part 2 of 'Fifty Shades of Wahey'

But oh no my daughter had other plans

Decides to throw up all over her hands

The sofa, her nightie and the floor

I'll write it down if I think of more

I'd just gave her some medicine too

That didn't just come back up...it flew

I asked her did she feel sick at all?

She said no as I walked to the door

Then I hear that horrible gurgly sound

Vomit was there to greet me I found

So tonight's really not been a hoot

With an 8 year old daughter who can shoot puke

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