I can always tell when my girls are there
Doors are slammed and radios blare
The house is filled with all sorts of noise
Chatter and gossip about all their boys
Sound from the tv’s ipods and laptop
All through the day seemingly non stop
When they go out and the house is all quiet
I wait for the call they’re causing a riot
Then my wife’s phone beeps it’s a text
My heart sinks as I wonder what’s coming next
Can you pick us up from far away
Because the boyfriends upset them today
We have to accept it no doubting that
For what we did to our parents this is payback
By Doug Titchmarsh
