My mamma
is a qualified teacher,
Instilling
discipline and good morals into students,
Always
shouting good words like a preacher,
Giving
knowledge to all including presidents,
When mummy
comes home she’ll beat the mediocrity out of me.
My mamma
is a qualified doctor,
Treating
patients and giving injection,
Always at
service and alert as a waiter,
Her main
bit revolves around digestion,
When mummy
comes home she’ll kick the virus out of me.
My mamma
is a qualified engineer,
Machinery
arrangement is all her ability,
She is a
genius who never rely on questionnaire,
On matters
industrial productivity,
When mummy
comes home she’ll teach me how to make a toy car.
My mamma
is a talented shopkeeper,
Selling
milk expensively than ever,
While papa
is a veteran gatekeeper,
Getting a
bob from him is a great favor,
When mummy
comes home she’ll bring me slices of bread.
My mamma
is a peasant farmer,
Growing
onions on our little piece of land,
All the
same she’s hopeful to be a comer,
With plenty
produce with which she can lend,
When mummy
comes home she’ll bring nothing but smiles.
©2015
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