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As Mothers Do!Well I went and got married didn't I! And settled down to bliss, But I never reckoned on his mother! Having a share of this! I'd make him his favorite cake, And fancy it up a little, But he complained it wasn't like his mum's, And the icing was hard and brittle! I always loved to make a pan of scouse, Just like ‘my' mum used to do! Except ‘his' mum did it better! I think me angers coming through! Rice pudding is one that he loves, So I decided to have a go at that! But it wasn't golden on top! Well blow me down and knock me flat! His mother does everything perfect! And no matter what I made for his tea! He would always quote the same; ‘Mum made it much better than that for me!' So I hit him with the rolling pin!! The one his mum used to bake a cake! And belted him in the ear… Because my patience I forsake! I locked him in his bedroom, And wouldn't let him out, nope, not me! ‘My mum used to do this to me!' He shouted! Well glory, glory be! I did something right for once! Just like his mother used to do! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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