I'm covered in muck and slippery mud -

Head to toe in good old clean muck!

Sorry Mum about my shirt

I accidently rolled over in the dirt!

Encrusted in some earth and soil

My whitish socks now need a boil;

Need a shower, am so unclean

And don't quite know where I've been?!

Never felt so yucky and grubby -

Need my Mums' help to come and scrub me!

My trainers are thick brown and grimy -

Now in the washing machine they go!

(Oh blimey....)

Who cares about a bit of mess?

But can't see my face, I must confess!

My football shirts' so new and recent

But laughing coz I'm so indecent!

Oh boy I'm like a slipperly squid

I really am a mucky kid!

I'm stuck on e-bay for a bid

Think I'll sell for about a quid!

For my son......

Facebooked!

Facebooked!

What would life be like without Facebook

Lexulous; Wordscraper; Scrabble;

A whole load of babble!

Gardeners, farmers - real life dramas!

Addictive and got to look!

Quizzes galore - what's my score?

(My concentration is growing poor)

And as I add more music tracks

I begin to relax

But wonder; who is really bothered

What my music taste lacks?

Pics, new bits, gossip columnists,

An eternal mix

Of escapism or just a quick fix

Or just not much!

But it's ok to keep in touch.

Messages,events, where will it end;

Networking with thousands of friends.

Birthdays, barn buddy, puzzle spot

What's new, what's old, what's hot

And do you really care about my muddy son or not?

Behind a screen we socialise

Type out words; have a chat

Didn't think life could be so flat

But technology has seen to that!

I wonder how much more

It will change before we realise

Life, as we know it has long since died.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19th April 2010