An Ode to Me for Mother's Day
Oh, how do you like having a mother like me?
A mother so kind and so fair
Who tells you you can't have another candy
And if you cry, hey, I really don't care!
Oh, how do you like this mother of yours
Who reproves, reprimands, and yells
Makes you clean your room and mop the floors,
Do school work and quiet time as well.
Who doesn't coddle you e'en though
You may cry with the tiniest scratch
Tells you you're naughty Joe
From the latest scheme you've tried to hatch.
Sing praise to this angel mom
On my special happy mother's day.
Remember my poise and aplomb,
When I tell you no,
Because "I said so!"
It's just easier for you to obey!
(Because it is either obey, or get in big trouble...and I mean big trouble. I mean it this time! There will be a lot of consequences and you don't want consequences. They are no fun...and neither are punishments. But you are going to get both if you do that again. Ooooh, just wait till your Dad gets home.)***
***I couldn't fit that into the last stanza, but you get my drift.
So, to all you mother's out there...Happy Mother's Day.