My Suitcase

I don't like my homes,

My mum with him,

My dad with her,

And me with my suitcase.

I don't like my step-dad,

Neither does my dad they had a fight,

My mum loves him,

And me with my suitcase.

I don't like my dad's flat,

Cathy calls me a spoiled brat,

But I can't afford anything her bairn can,

And me with my suitcase.

I do like our old house,

The cottage by the sea,

Where I used to play on the big oak tree,

I didn't need my suitcase.