April Fly on the Wall - poetry to my eyes

Hello again people, I'm back for another Fly on the Wall.  Take a seat, grab some popcorn and enjoy the insanity that is my home on a daily basis.


Before I begin, I'll link to everyone else participating today, be sure to buzz along to their websites once you're finished here so they can feel some of your love too.

http://www.BakingInATornado.com          Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/     Spatulas on Parade

http://followmehome.shellybean.com        Follow me home

http://www.menopausalmom.com/           Menopausal Mother

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com             Battered Hope

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/               Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com                        The Momisodes

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com        Someone Else’s Genius

http://gndisney.wordpress.com                 Disneyland in Kentucky

http://www.angelaweight.com                  Sanity Waiting to Happen

http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com               The Sadder But Wiser Girl

http://dinoheromommy.com/                    Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://www.juiceboxconfession.com          Juicebox Confession

Miss K: Mummy I'm going to punch you. Then she did. You can't say I wasn't warned though.

So mum bought poetry magnets this month. You have no idea how much this excited me. The look on that googly face on the fridge is pretty much the look I made when she showed me.

Miss K spent Easter at her dad's house. We Skyped on Easter Sunday  Nonna: Say happy Easter mum Miss K: Happy Easter egg mum. The true meaning of Easter for a four year old.

The poetry slam started immediately.

My big sister and I were having a bitchy conversation about the women my exes choose after we separate... Me: You know what they say, you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Sam: But you can make the beast with two backs with it apparently...

I've always wanted to make a poem about a yak!

Miss K: I'm so cute mum (for the millionth time) Me: Yes. You're smart too. Miss K: Yeah, I'm cute. Me: You know there's more to life than being cute don't you Miss K: Really? Me: Yes, being smart is pretty important too. Can you say I am smart? Miss K: I am smart. Me: Good girl! Miss K: Awww I'm sooo cute. I give up.

It's not in iambic pentameter, but it does include curse words...

So Kim had a party for her 23rd birthday, and we held it at our house. Here are just some of the things you would have heard had you come over that day...
Kim: The one day mum doesn't have any newspaper around is the one day I'm trying to start a fire...
Me: Sadly this isn't the most indecent thing I've done with a Barbie doll. Kim: Why am I not surprised?
Kim: So I was waiting by the car for Scott to come and unlock it, and he walks up and goes "Excuse me, do I know you?? Can you get away from my car please?" I was like Scott don't start this, just let me in the bloody car, and then he yells "No I won't give you any money!"
Tristan: What smells like ironed clothes? Me: I have perfume on. Ben: Who's pregnant?
Nat: Siri, how many chromosomes do people have? Tristan: Twenty six! Siri: Hmm let me think, here is what I found on how many chromosomes do people have sex?

I hope Karen from Baking in a Tornado feels better about her poetry now...

Me: Miss K, get over here and get dressed. Miss K: You do it, you're my slave.
Well that's all the madness I've got for you this month, be sure to visit the rest of the bloggers and see what they've been up to behind closed doors.