Like a crocodile, she snaps at my heels
Never exactly knowing how it feels
To be treated like a child
Never allowed once in a while to run wild
She does nothing but cause me grief and pain
When she’s around you know it’s gonna rain
I dive for cover whenever I can
Before she hits me over the head with a frying pan
So get off my back you evil witch
Leave me alone don’t ‘av a fit
Too many days you cause me hassle
Think you wanna ruin my wedding…
…tackle me and see who wins
Always suffering for my sins!
Like mother, like daughter, I shuda known
Into a gargoyle you ‘av grown!
That snappy woman plays her games
Thinks it’s me she tames
In her dreams is what I say
That snappy woman won’t have her day!
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
So clever, and good to hear how men really feel when we nag at them hahaha
Thank you. I’m as honest as they come if asked the right questions! 😉