Mother's Day
Oh mother it's time yet again to pretend that today is unlike any other
For today is the day (if it's my place to say) that is just for the one we call "Mother"
But isn't it really just the same as any other?
Every morn we awake to find you sound asleep in your bed
Visions of sugar plums dance thru your head?
I think not- for I'd rather be dead than to find your sanity unwind to a state of false glee
However...
I have come to believe and to see that it's all for him and me
"Him and I" you would say
Well, either way, it's for us that you toll
And we're so grateful
So we'll go with the flow and pick out today as the one time we'll stop and we'll think
To actually give a formal thanks for hanging on sanity's brink
This "Mother's Day" as they call it is really insulting to you
For since we're alive (and you're alive too) shouldn't every day that we begin new be used to celebrate you?
Well...I think it should.
So I wrote you a poem as a petty excuse to cover up my incoherence
For because of my school and KO and baseball we hadn't had time for much else
But on a note that's...if slightly brighter, this took time and...some skill
To mix some words to somewhat rhyme is not an easy thing to...kil (I mean do)
And I know how your "wars" with Mitch over Haikus leave you flustered and sometimes quite cross
So if it makes you feel better, for a moment at least, I'll screw up this next part and then you'll be the boss.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
It's Mother's Day
And we appreciate you dearly in this run-on sentence I'm using to desecrate an ancient and cliched poem starter!!!!!
For today is the day (if it's my place to say) that is just for the one we call "Mother"
But isn't it really just the same as any other?
Every morn we awake to find you sound asleep in your bed
Visions of sugar plums dance thru your head?
I think not- for I'd rather be dead than to find your sanity unwind to a state of false glee
However...
I have come to believe and to see that it's all for him and me
"Him and I" you would say
Well, either way, it's for us that you toll
And we're so grateful
So we'll go with the flow and pick out today as the one time we'll stop and we'll think
To actually give a formal thanks for hanging on sanity's brink
This "Mother's Day" as they call it is really insulting to you
For since we're alive (and you're alive too) shouldn't every day that we begin new be used to celebrate you?
Well...I think it should.
So I wrote you a poem as a petty excuse to cover up my incoherence
For because of my school and KO and baseball we hadn't had time for much else
But on a note that's...if slightly brighter, this took time and...some skill
To mix some words to somewhat rhyme is not an easy thing to...kil (I mean do)
And I know how your "wars" with Mitch over Haikus leave you flustered and sometimes quite cross
So if it makes you feel better, for a moment at least, I'll screw up this next part and then you'll be the boss.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
It's Mother's Day
And we appreciate you dearly in this run-on sentence I'm using to desecrate an ancient and cliched poem starter!!!!!