Mother
MOTHER
Mother, you bore me in this world,WHY ya do that
Mother, You wear those BIG brimmed hat's to church I love that
Mother, Your cookin good enough for the dogs
Mother, Though maybe not good enough for hogs
So you stand over there and your crying I say what's the matter
If you and daddy hadn't gotten together I wouldn't mattered?
Those tears you shed are okay I said why you moaning;
Walk like a pregnant woman in high heels drunk with gin in the morning
2/26/18
©2018
For Contest: Gin in the Morning
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
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