Sunday, 2 August 2009

My mum

She takes care of me when im down
Very rarely wears a frown
Sometimes she does dishes
Other times she grants my wishes

We talk a lot
Some think weve lost the plot
Everything from deep throat oral sex
To petrol prices and who knows best

We dance and sing
Til our ears ring
To “oh happy days”
And what ever else plays

I know she thinks the world of me
Even after all the class c’s
But those days have gone
And here we are after so long

Best of friends
Most of the time
I can tell you now
There is no better mum than mine

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