School Run Musings
We've all seen her. That mum who looks like she's fallen off vogue magazine. She looks amazing, the embodiment of grace and calm. Then there's me. I look like I should still be in bed. An Ode To The Glamorous Mum Oh glamorous mother at the school gates How I wish I could be just like you But I'm sat here in sweatpants with messy hair And a great big hole in my shoe I envy your make up and how you found the time While I rushed around ushering my brood Into the kitchen, swearing under my breath While trying to ply them with food I look like I've fallen straight into my clothes As I rolled with no grace from my bed While you're freshly turned out and you look like you've fallen Straight from a catwalk instead Tell me your secrets oh glamorous mum How I desperately want to be you But I just can't find the time needed to preen I guess that I'll just have to do

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