I hope all you mothers out there have a great day!
Me Mudder
When me prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in me widdle bed
And spanked me till me ass was red,
Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not,
Me Mudder!
And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder!
Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,
Me Mudder!
Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me shit,
Me Mudder!
When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peek
Who yelled at me to go to sleep,
Me Fadder!
Like His Mother Used to Do
He didn’t like the casserole
And he didn’t like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard…
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn’t make the coffee right
He didn’t like the stew,
I didn’t mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I smacked him upside his head —
Like his mother used to do.
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Kangaroo Mom
And a few Mother’s Day Classics
Happy Mother’s Day to all the B&P Moms (and potential Moms) and to Mrs. Jonco as well!
Ditto that, I wish my mom was still here. She died too young.
Thanks Fellas! It has been an exhausting day but the kids are asleep now and I am glad I have them. Happy Mothers Day!
Bits, I think I met your hubby. I commented about him in the garage door post. dunno.
He denies everything. He says we just have a lot of frogs in Australia. The very rare stink frog…
My mom went Tango Uniform in March. It was a heart attack that finally got her, but since her Alzheimer’s was so bad, it was a blessing as well. Sounds kinda cold, but I’m glad she’s free. Now my mother-in-law is getting bad as well. It is a nasty way to go out.
Happy Mother’s Day, Ladies!!
Fond Memories and a Toast to all the Beauties, past and present.
Sometimes my Mother she looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about my Mother… she’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When she comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until she bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’.
YIKES!!!
isiah – Hope you get to spent the day…
in hiding!! AARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!
I’m going to have nightmares about isiah’s Mom. Good Lord!
Happy Day to all celebrating the world’s second oldest profession!
HMMM,what is first?
Pull out a 20 and drop your drawers, KLAW.
homina homina.
happy mothers day to all 🙂