Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Three Bears

Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty.

"Who's been eating my porridge?" he squeaks.

Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looked into his big bowl and it is also empty.

"Who's been eating my porridge?!?" he roars.

Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells,

"For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this withyou idiots?

It was Mummy Bear who got up first.

It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house.

It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.

It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away.

It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants.

It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.

It was Mummy Bear who put the bloody cats out, cleaned out the litter boxes, put out their food and refilled their water.

And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully because I'm only going to say this once. . . . .I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET!!!"

3 comments:

JOT said...

I love it!

Annemarie said...

Roar! Pity I only recently discovered your blog, cause a dose of this will get me through the day smiling!

Heather said...

PMSL Jacqui, I must send this to my Mum.