Part I: <br /> <br />I'm the mother of four wonderful spawn <br />Of whom I look fondly upon <br />But I'm not very glad <br />When they fart as one lad <br />T'is then that I wish they were gone <br /> <br /> <br />Part II: <br /> <br />My three boys will be leaving me soon <br />Then the sun will go out with the moon <br />As my heart fills with gall <br />I won't function at all <br />'Til someone makes me laugh like a loon <br /> <br /> <br />Part III: <br /> <br />My daughter is a sight to behold <br />Her hair is milk chocolate and gold <br />She draws like a genius <br />Is sweet; sometimes mean, yes * <br />But she'll not soon depart from the fold <br />(GOOD GIRL!) <br /> <br />(9.15.06 - *I couldn't resist the rhyme. She is 13 yrs. old and o-cca-sion-al-ly cranky, esp. with the aforementioned brothers tho' they DO enjoy their bonding rituals. However, that noted in Part I is an abject lie; only the boys are skilled enough to participate. TOO skilled by far, if you ask me, grumble. But if it keeps 'em off the streets...)<br /><br />Esther Leclerc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-spawn/
