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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