My mother

I have a poem, that all kids can give to their mother’s if they don’t have a present for their mother on mother’s day. Here is the poem. I wrote it, and so, if you ever see this poem and a lovely bunch of flowers that you just incidentally have in your garden and you have a animal problem that eats all of your flowers, and there’s this lovely poem attached remember this: SLAP YOUR CHILD’S BEHIND AND CANCEL YOUR NEXT APPOINTMENT WITH THE LANDSCAPERS! Here is the poem:

 My mother is the worst, her teeth are rotten from eating starburst

O mother of mine, you make the thunder clouds roll in and cover the sun. (I know it doesn’t rhyme)

My mother I appreciate because she always makes me late

It has taught me to be rude and unkind, so that I can cut in the waterfountain line

Every day, when it’s time for school, she just let’s us sleep in bed and drool.

F.Y.I This poem was made up of complete imagination, and my mother is really the best and she hates starburst, so here is the real poem:

My mother is great, her work I appreciate

O mother of mine, you make my sun shine

My goodness, do I wish I had another sentence that started with M

It has taught me to be smart and kind, so in school I don’t fall behind

Every day she does the dishes, O mother, to you I give my best Christmas wishes

                                                                 -Grace. D

Love you mom,

Gracie

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