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About This Poem
When I say What I really mean
Oh Mother-in-Law. Oh Mother-in-Law,
I hope you will stay, just like before;
but Mother-in-Law, dear Mother-in-Law,
I’ve introduced rules you mustn’t ignore.
Now Mother-in-Law, oh Mother-in-Law,
our breakfast is breakfast, you’ve noted I’m sure.
So Mother-in-Law, dear Mother-in-law,
please keep off the gin and whiskey galore.
And Mother-in-Law, my Mother-in-Law,
the hoover is hassle, cleaning a chore;
so Mother-in-Law, dear Mother-in-Law,
stop dropping your fag ash onto the floor.
Then Mother-in-Law, oh Mother-in-Law,
should Susan and I have a small private war;
dear Mother-in-Law, oh Mother-in-Law,
do not intervene, just kindly withdraw.
Oh Mother-in-Law, oh Mother-in-Law,
if, in the end, you can stand it no more;
please Mother-in-Law, dear Mother-in-Law,
depart with decorum. AND DON’T SLAM THE DOOR!
But oh, what I mean, dear Mother-in-Law:
I find you a pain – and a terrible bore.
So Mother-in-Law, oh Mother-in-Law,
I’ve had quite enough. Please come here no more!
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For Nancy Jones' Competition.
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