Only One As Good As Mine

Only One As Good As Mine To Billy Davis and His Mom. To some people a quilt may be quaint But to me my mom is quite a saint No matter what she does nothing is wrong And her soft voice so sweetly sings a song. She read many nursery rhymes to me Which is why I now have the ability To write my poems that are endearing And me on everyone around is cheering. Dream about her peas served with cream Eat her great breakfast and eyes do beam Later biscuits and gravy are on my plate And to eat them all up can hardly wait. Swallowed last crumb until it was gone Then before God on my knees I fell upon When He made mom through away design There is only one that is as good as mine. James Cheerful Earful Horn Retired Veteran and Poet PS. One word is mis-spelled. Which one is it?