Thursday, June 18, 2009

So-so Mom

So she chopped the cotton
Because the cotton needed chopping.

So, later, she picked and packed the oranges
Because the fruit needed packing.

So still later, she built the batteries
Because the Hueys needed the batteries.

So then she built the furniture
Until her heart one day screamed.

So after a few months of rest and pills,
She built the batteries again.

So then he crashed and burned,
Lawyers and bureaucrats hovered.

So then she washed the dishes,
Because diners leave them dirty.

So finally, she wrapped the meat,
Because we want it sanitary.

So one day they threw her a party,
They gave her a cake and a rocker.

So then one day he died,
And she went on and on.

So her mind left shortly after he did,
And she swept the walk until it grooved.

So we had to sell the house
So she could live in Bedlam.

So then she died,
But not quite soon enough.

So.

So.

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