Backwards Born

Difficult second child
Always compared to your older brother
Who bowled everyone over with his dimples and cheeky smile
But you went wrong from the start
A terrible pregnancy, a drawn out labour
The first part of your body to see the cold light of day was your arse
 
They may have conceived you
Brought you into this world kicking and screaming in pain
And given you their second favourite name
But your mum and your dad they know in their hearts
The feeling is not quite the same
In spite of what they naturally claim
 
And everybody knows what no-one wants to say
 
Monday’s child full of woe
Pushing your parents close to the edge of breaking point
And making them wish they’d given up after one go
Not that you are to blame
There’s only so much love and attention to go round
And you’re just not as cute or as well-behaved
 
Originality’s the only redeeming feature you could throw back at him
But that could mean a thousand different things
The kids in the playground will be your day of reckoning
Hope you grow into your skin or learn at least to take it on the chin
 
And everybody knows what no-one wants to say
 
They may have conceived you, brought you into this world
And dressed you in hand-me-down clothes
Can you do justice to those babygrows?
But your mum and your dad they know in their hearts
The feeling is not quite the same in spite of what they naturally claim
 
And everybody knows what no-one wants to say