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barbsdad2003
Aug 17, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I'll Be Sure

 

Oh, mother, please!

 

You do create in

Me profound unease

 

For I’m all grown now

And a great big cheese.

 

Do not speak to me

Around my friends,

 

The ones with knobby knees,

 

In pidgin Portuguese

Or motherese.

 

And I’ll then not talk

In computerese

 

Or of Socrates,

 

And I’ll be sure to clean

My plate of peas.

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purplemoondoll

18 years 8 months ago

My Son would say

Pretty well the same thing as you have here! Heh Heh nice writing! Do we really nag that much? (hangs head in shame!) - Nice work! Kaz
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 8 months ago

I am nearly 50

and my mum can still create profound dis-ease by introducing me saying "don't mind him..." Sorry Kaz, but when you've got power like that only a total saint could refrain from ab/using it. Spot on Chuck, fortunately I like peas. cheers, Jess
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Quillsvein1

18 years 8 months ago

I

know the mildly irritating ways mothers can have, but mine is a saint so i'll swallow whatever comes my way. here you portray the irritant of those who brought us into this world (for better or worse, i've never quite been sure which) in a humorous light. ALWAYS fun reading. bravo