Plus Ça Change, Plus Ça Reste Le Meme

Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme dawn tiptoes over the horizon me at the washing line panties after pretty panties adorn my line the dawn blushes I bend to the basket nappy after nappy after nappy push my hair behind my ear ooops the twins are up I blow a kiss to the dawn...yawn 'Good boy...good boy! ' I cajole the lads sobs cease at my voice think the world of them make a world for them their chuckles...their gurgles...my delights ouch my back hurts snatched coffee whilst twins sleep skip through last month's COSMO 'Oh gallant maker of babies! ' I address fat lump clamped in duvet 'Get...the f***...up! '