There've been times we'd disagree <br />Somethin' awful, Ma an' me; <br />Times when I would bang the door <br />Never to come back no more, <br />An' go stompin' down the street <br />Sayin' things I won't repeat; <br />Vowin' that the only course <br />For us two was a di-vorce. <br />Then when it come time for tea <br />We'd make up, would Ma an' me. <br /> <br />We've had many a lively spat <br />Arguin' over this an' that. <br />There've been times when Ma got mad, <br />Said enough o' me she'd had, <br />Tired o' listenin' to me jaw; <br />Reckoned that she'd go t' law, <br />Tell the judge her tale o' woe, <br />An' my own way I could go. <br />Then the children we would see <br />An' we'd laugh, would Ma an' me. <br /> <br />Ma an' me ain't angels quite, <br />Neither of us does things right. <br />She's got reason fer complaint, <br />She ain't married to a saint; <br />Guess I've tried her patience more <br />Than the children round the door; <br />An' at times, by all that's fine, <br />Ma has certainly tried mine. <br />But together still are we, <br />Pals an' lovers — Ma an' me. <br /> <br />We've just plodded on the way <br />Hand in hand from day to day, <br />Workin' for the greatest good, <br />Doin' just the best we could. <br />Gettin' mad, as people will, <br />But remainin' faithful still. <br />An' we've never gone to bed <br />Till we took back all we said, <br />Kissed, an' vowed we'd always be <br />Pals an' sweethearts—Ma an' me.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ma-an-me/
