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mamas chili is better than ever

Mama’s chili pot put out a call
Wanting a variety of beans in the fall
Forty-nine types of beans showed up in all
Auditions were conducted by me and Saul

Lima beans were boring, dull and bland.
Chili beans are always close at hand.
Pork and beans were stuck up and snobby.
Garbanzo beans were hard and knobby.

We finally chose six types

mamas pies

mama’s pies were the best around
her crust was flaky and sugary
no one could bake a pie like she

she never baked a pie
she always baked three or four
I guess she only knew how to make lots of crust

there was enough left to sugar and cinnamon
for my sister and brother and I
she baked that on a cookie

scottish dog sits on Celtic mamas lap

Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap
Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap
Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap.
You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap.

That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap.
But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap.
You are the only

mamas green jello

When mama made her famous green Jello dessert
We knew something big was about to happen to our family.
Sometimes it was company like Great-Grandma’s sister, Gert.
Other times it meant we were getting another baby.

Tonight we walked in and saw it and I saw Daddy look tough.
He probably is tired of children, sixteen is probably enough.
It’s not

MAMAs AT THE SHORE

They call it pancake ice.
Flipping our minds.
Imagine the river
as maple syrup.
Mama’s at the shore
in an old-fashioned apron,
smiling, waiting
to see if we feast
on all the pancakes.
That is when we know
it is Spring, and
I see her again
dressed to the nines.
I can reach out
and talk to her
and we can talk
of days gone by,
like when Dad cried
for months at

Children Don'T Let Your Mamas Grow Old and Be Lonely

CHORUS:
Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely,
Don't let them get sick with no one to care,
Call them and visit, spend time, be aware.
Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely,
Cause she gave you the best years to raise you 'til grown,
Don't leave her feeling unloved and alone.

A mama's not perfect

Mamas Disruptive Baking

Mama becomes a baker disrupting our day
Now we have to get dressed ourselves without pay
It is good experience she says with a teensy bit of wit.
I am not excited about it, I liked being babied a bit.

She is jiving and grooving, dancing around the kitchen.
Throwing in new ingredients – seaweed, lime and a lichen.
I like

Selling Mamas House

We have been trying to sell my mother-in-law’s house for fifteen years.
She always wanted us to fall in love with it and move into it.
We both knew this would never happen.
It is in smal town USA – no jobs, no life, and no excitement.
A town where people move out, not in.

We are city people.
We have

Mamas Discourse About the Sea

O children how beautiful the sea
with its white foam clouds,
its turquoise blooms,
its kiddish push’n pull,
its whirlpool, its briny drink…

salt like liquor — be careful of
where the sun beats you red.
…the brothel of the sea
don’t look for its meaning
…just mind me - stay away from
sirens and ethereal rocks.

O children take your pails
build your fairy castles,
fill your

Stopping Motorcycle Mamas

loud sirens blaring
motorcycle mamas pause
baking ceases

Mamas Get Steamed

There is always more than one side of a story
Many mamas do not want to hear the other side.
They get steamed as their darling presents her case, sobbing.

But wait. what about the other mama?
Is her baby also throwing things and raging about the event?
And how did the teacher miss it if it was such a

The Antics of a Would Be Mamas Yoyo Thief

The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy

tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a

Quick Angry Mamas

Parents used to listen to the teacher’s side of the story
Not anymore. It is some mama’ prerogative to blow up quickly and harden their hearing 
Because their child’s version is correct accurate and not to be disbelieved.
It used to be that Mamas would come in and listen politely, and ask their child to apologize.

Today I

Mamas

mamas and papas
california dreamin'
~ idle winter days



posted on June 28, 2018

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