I was shuffling through some darling handmade Mother’s Day cards which reside in a nook of my secretary desk. Caught up in the pile, amidst the darling cards from my three, was a humorous poem by my son. The poem, written when he was about twelve, has a spring theme (flowers), so I thought I’d share it as a treat for any mothers who might be reading my blog post.
Flowers are bad,
They make me sad.
Once I saw a flower.
It made me go inside and cower.
I saw a daisy.
It made me go crazy.
I saw a lily.
It made me realy silly.
I saw an aster.
Then I ate plaster.
I saw a bloom.
It gave me my doom.
I saw a snapdragon.
It made me act like Fagin.
I saw a four-o-clock.
It made me run around the block (30 times)
I saw a cosmos.
Boy, it was really gross.
And that’s why flowers are bad,
They make me really sad.
