...Mother's Day is coming, and I'm an orphan...
This touching Mother's Day poem comes from my old, old friend, Mohawk Chieftain.
When me prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in me widdle bed
And spanked me till me ass was red...
Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not...
Me Mudder!
And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder!
Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart...
Me Mudder!
Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me shit,
Me Mudder!
When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peek
Who yelled at me to go to sleep...
Me Fadder!!!!!!!!!!
When me prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in me widdle bed
And spanked me till me ass was red...
Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not...
Me Mudder!
And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder!
Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart...
Me Mudder!
Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me shit,
Me Mudder!
When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peek
Who yelled at me to go to sleep...
Me Fadder!!!!!!!!!!
posted by Cinnabitch | 6:41 AM
1 Comments:
I guess I'm an "orphan" too, now that I think about it. On the bright side, however, you, too... are a mother!
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
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