Mark Hope - Life so far

When mam was pregnant with me
She hoped for a little girl
And all she got was another boy
With a head full of curl
For two years I was the youngest
Till my little brother came
And yes he’s still the youngest
And he’s still a pain
I was fourth in line for hand me downs
My jumper was a thread
My woolly hair was my pillow
And the place I hid my ted
At thirteen my mother died
As I was watching Worzel
My brothers and I shared all the chores
My fingers stunk of persil
At nineteen I left home to look for work down south
The southern ears couldn’t fathom, what was coming out my mouth
I got a job in a factory, driving a forklift truck
And lived with fifteen mackem lads
They didn’t give a…
Penny to charity
The day came I met my wife, I was homeless at the time
I bought her Beefy Hula Hoops and half a glass of wine
We fell in love got married
And tried all ways for kids
After six attempts of IVF
We’ve now got lovely twins
As I look back I wonder
What it was all for
Hopefully to be empathic, as a counsellor

Mark Hope

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