Mothers

My mother said “Son wear a vest

The cold will go straight to your chest

Be careful you don’t catch a chill

For I don’t want you getting ill”

“Don’t worry Mum” I’d turn and say

“because when I go out to play

I run around an awful lot

And end up getting jolly hot

My face gets red and I perspire

It feels just like my skins on fire

I get as warm as warm as curry

As I tear round in such a hurry

So mother won’t you hear me please

There is no way that I will freeze

Its summer now, and then what’s more

Mum, I’m nearly fifty four”

© John W Fenn 26-05-2009