My Sons Part Two
I had to write part two so everyone can see
My sons are not always sweet they do drive me crazy
Being a mother is the hardest job there is to be
one child is running down the block
while the other one is up in the tree
There's toys all over the couch
there's toys all over the floor
If I hurt my foot on one more toy
They all going out the door
The little one is screaming for no reason at all
If I don't do something soon somebody's going to call the law
They mock each other and won't stop the nagging
They pick and tease each other and do to much bragging
They fight over everything it's not your it's mine
If they just learned to share everything would be fine
They just run and jump all around while the oldest live on the phone
I cant't wait until bedtime so that I can be all alone
I'm finished cooking and cleaning take your bath it's time to lay
Now i'm so excited because it's the end of the day
Before I lay me down to sleep to the lord I pray
Calgon will you please come and take me away
Copyright © Faleshia Murphy | Year Posted 2010
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