Off to Mother's for a lavish lunch
I scoffed at others having brunch
I arrived a little early so let myself in
The lively old girl was repenting for sin
I sat in wait for this wonderful feed
Then heard the gate, it was her indeed
We laughed and talked, but time was tickin'
With her scarf, she walked off to the kitchen
I anxiously awaited a three course meal
What has she just plated... I can hardly deal
Perhaps a roast for all the presents I've bought her
I deserved the most since I'm the son, not the daughter
But all I got was Toast, Mince and One Glass of Water !!!
Copyright © Francis Crasto | Year Posted 2018
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