Mother
It's six A.M., the cock has crowed, Cock a doodle doo
I didn't sleep well last night Mother, how about you?
I've had my gin neat, now I am complete
So I can ride in the bus' back seat
We know I cant drive, that's been revoked
due to that beautiful gin bottle to which I am yoked
You said I'm too emotional
Whilst reading from your devotional
That couldn't be further from the truth
You see, Mum, I've washed it away with dry vermouth
You birthed me into a world of despair
and now you're asking me to care, Unfair
Here I am at the cemetery once more
Happy Birthday in heaven, Mother, What should I pray for?
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2018
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