THE MAD MOM

BY

NINA C. FULFORD, 1964

If you don�t put your blocks away,
I�ll take a slice out of the day.
And where are all your other toys?
Given away to girls and boys?
Don�t scream so loud.
Don�t run and shout.
Or I will throw my arms about.
What did you do with your other shoe?
Pick up your jacket.
And also your racket.
If you don�t listen when I yell,
You kids will all go straight to ...Well?


My kids aren�t like those on T.V.,
They�re not always as sweet as they can be.
But in telling secrets, here�s another.
I'm not anything like a T.V. mother.






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Last modified on August 23rd,2005


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