Poem for Sarah!

The woman sitting on the bus
In front of me was not very happy,
And as I listened I could sympathise,
When she said, "Morning Mrs Jones,
How are you? Me, I'm feeling blue.
Mother warned me that teenagers
Could be mardy, but I hardly expected
It to be quite so bad, that oldest girl
Of mine, she takes the cake,
Always staying out late at night, says
She knows her rights, and I should
not interfere, well she's been like
It now for over a year."
"I wouldn't know," Mrs Jones said,
"I only have a cat that rattles my cage,
Mind you when he claws my chairs
I often rage! Me and kids don't mix,
But I feel for you in such a fix."
"Sometimes I find her clothes
Strewn over the floor, and there's
Even more. Instead of helping
Me to wash the dishes, all she wishes
Is to go online, and waste her time."
"I wish I could help," Mrs Jones sighed,
But I once tried with my sister's brood,
Who were so rude that I never did again,
Oh! Look, it's decided to rain,
And guess what, I've left my washing
Outside, which will probably take
Days to dry indoors, mind I
Have different problems to yours."
"I don't suppose you would do
Me a favour, we could swap my Joan
For your cat, I quite fancy that!"
"No dear, you see my cat is not friendly,
Claws my chairs if his dinner's not ready."
"I would pay you some money
To take her away, your cat would be
Fine with me, how about trying
It to see?"
"We are here, my dear, all I can advise,
Is try and advert your eyes,
Bung up your ears, to avert that trouble,
It will break her bubble!
I have to get off here, chin up, my dear!

Augustine Nash.