My Mutinous Mum
My Mutinous Mum
I thought my own Dad was patient and so cool
And Mum’s temper; pretentious as itchy wool:
For no reason her Temper was hot, so I thought-
Its sundry Duties that respite gave her nought!
Iron Amazon now all gone, ideas begin to show;
Ready pinch and her hot rebuke give me chow!
I remember my late Mother’s indefatigable lips
Disciplinarian of Love’s with relentless whips
And Fast Rules like: “You don’t talk when eating!”
Or blatantly: “You stop eating when talking!”
Iron Amazon now all gone, ideas begin to show
Had I reviled, would I’ve got Life’s sweet chow?
A reason had she to separate Grain from chaff:
“A Rod not spared bestows an efficacious stuff.”
So, like a Cowgirl, she cracked the whiplash
In her usual Marching Drill: Left, Right and Right;
“Boy, sleep well and NO bed-wetting tonight!”
Iron Amazon, now all gone, ideas begin to show;
Had I denigrated her, I’d have missed my chow!
Would I’ve heeded anybody and go to School
Had she not stepped in proving no cosy wool?
Her cautious mind got me into a smart spank
Lavished in porridge when lessons I did bunk!!
Iron Amazon all gone, now ideas begin to show;
Her force to resist would’ve deprived me chow!
Mum in my Dad she had a sweet Boy of a Friend
Yet: “Girls, no!” She called illicit love “Ugly Fiend.”
“Old-fashioned Goat”, I thought, she surely was-
Clap-infected, she proved a Goat eating no grass!
Iron Amazon, now all gone, ideas begin to show;
Would you heed Hot Mum to elude Aids’ blow!
That my Mum was hard to inveigle or to please-
She wanted being wild to terminate or decrease.
Lie to your detriment, she could read lying mind-
Caught, you’d get a tanning on the behind!!
Iron Amazon, all gone, now ideas begin to show;
Had I a hardened Liar, would I eat this chow?
A perfect Teacher in Church at Sunday School
Who, one day made me crawl on fours like a fool:
Acting me a Donkey- though Joseph be my name!-
While a girl rode me like Jesus into Jerusalem!
Iron Amazon, all gone, now ideas begin to show;
Had I not heeded God, I’d have faced Sin’s blow!
JM
02nd December 2013
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