Suburban Mom
Weather tested
Time worn
Annoyed because
It is not yours.
Seasons change
Must adjust.
Pull your weight,
And didn't trust.
Kids have needs.
Goats get cross.
Toss them "eats",
Now where's he gone?
The whole day's spent,
Then breakfast's on.
It's what to think
As the day begins.
[(Weather beaten
Mud stained
Time tested.
Once again. . .)]
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