MAM` ` SHE SHOUTS `

It`s on the stairs

You lazy mare

So hurry up and get it.

That cup of tea

You demanded from me!

Is getting rather tepid.

I`m not your servant

I`m your loving Mum.

But when it comes to chores.

You always seem to be

Just walking out the door.

You`d think you had no arms or legs

Oh my sweet delight.

All your foibles I adore

But please may I go to bed tonight?!

But all this is no excuse

For chasing after you.

It`s now becoming such a bore

Picking bits of string and fluffy things

Off your bedroom floor!!

I must be mad

Or just well trained!

To allow this mess to be.

It`s such an irritation

It`s like a never ending sea.

I just run around in circles

Getting nowhere fast.

But!! I love very much my darling

I`m just running out of gas!!

So now and then could you please?

Make a cup for me!

And let me retire gracefully

Before I begin to seize!!