Here is one of my rejected poems:
There once was a lady named Mom.
She liked to watch soaps.
She's the bomb!
She knows all the stars,
Who hit all the bars.
But she'd rather gnaw on a cob.
Here is the keeper:
A mother is special, that's true.
She should be happy, not blue.
So do all you can and give her a hand.
If you're lucky, she might cook you stew!
Wahoo!
Me thinks my standards could be higher...
Whatev- as my friend says. Happy Happy Mother's Day to all. Try to hide for a few moments peace and you know we'll find you to say, "Thanks, Mom!"
Hugs and Blisses from The Kids, all of us!
