A short poem about mothers
Eat your food or you never be tall
Said my mother has she seized my ball
She always calls my pretty
Though am quite dirty
Easy peasy
Guess it wasn't easy
Everyone said i were crazy
Maybe just a little lazy
With hands so swift
Like the ocean could drift
She turned us so well
Every lady could swell
With love so tender
Am lighter than a feather
With praise to render
I give thanks to my mother
