I Spit In Her Eye.
I went in my room. I locked up the door.
Guess who comes knocking? Mama of course!
Guess what she has? A flat wooden spoon.
She bore down upon me. What happened next?
I'm down on the floor next to copies of checks.
Whap! Wham! The pain doesn't stop.
It's hurting so bad. But I grabbed a mop.
My mama and me, In a stairwell we fight.
She missed on the left. The spoon hit the light.
I swung the mophead 360 around.
Next thing I know, my mama is down.
With a clatter and crash, I feel all around.
My poor fat mama is down on the ground.
I stared at my mop and my own two feet.
What lay next to them made the misery complete.
Down at the right was the flat wooden spoon.
I looked down at mama. I looked down at my doom.
It's my sisters fault, that my mama did die.
And all I did was spit in her eye.
Copyright © Teddy Topper | Year Posted 2009
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