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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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Date: 12/8/2013 2:21:00 AM
gotta love them little mommas, teach ya right from wrong all summer, great poem here mate...
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Date: 12/3/2013 8:11:00 AM
I love this, Joseph! A very cool tribute to your "Mum". It let me know a little bit about her. Thank you :)
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Joseph Matose
Date: 12/3/2013 11:32:00 PM
Thanks T. It's just a boy's recollection of sweet mum no longer here! JM
Date: 12/2/2013 9:40:00 PM
Nice write, quite inspiring , Joseph
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Joseph Matose
Date: 12/3/2013 11:33:00 PM
Thanks you Doc for visiting my poem. You're a such a shoulder...Friend, JM
Date: 12/2/2013 6:58:00 PM
Hahaha. A feisty lady, for sure. Come on, shamwari. I'm sure you needed that stern hand. I bet you were a naughty lil' bugger (lol). Entertaining poetry. You rock!!! Licia :-)
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Joseph Matose
Date: 12/3/2013 11:39:00 PM
Mum made sure that an errant child is reformed. Should you run and outpace her, she would wait for the next day, early in the morning before you woke up. She was known to search for your leg in the blankets and grab you by the ankle and receive your due spanking!! She did it with LOVE and I grew up very disciplined!
Date: 12/2/2013 5:19:00 PM
Moms do know best sometimes or most of the time..Enjoyed reading your thoughts about your mom and what you learned..Thanks for the visits to my page..Sara
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 12/4/2013 5:33:00 AM
Parents can't bring up near perfect people for we are all human but a person can try..You have to give her credit for trying..Sara
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Joseph Matose
Date: 12/3/2013 11:55:00 PM
Thanks Sara. She was relentless.... and today, because I have children, I now understand it. My mum was Mozambican. She had her unique way of dealing with rascals in children! She wasn't cruel either. She was determined to bring up near-perfect people!! Thanks for dropping by, JM
Date: 12/2/2013 2:03:00 PM
- Woow ... Joseph ... quite a story told in poem form - Really well written, captured my interest from start to finish - thanks for your nice visit to my poems. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Joseph Matose
Date: 12/2/2013 2:12:00 PM
I now cherish my late austere mum better being an adult. Thanks for the visit. You're always good with me! Friend, JM

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