Oh Mother!


Oh Brother, the Mother!

You remember the smother

She heaped on the other?


No meds, no beds

No aid, no bedspreads

How she loved the undead!


I hear she’s a saint

I have no complaint

It’s just a name isn’t aint?


God rest her soul

On a ten foot atoll,

While I head for the punch bowl



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Picture :  By © 1986 Túrelio (via Wikimedia-Commons), 1986 /, CC BY-SA 2.0 de,

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