The Butcher out did himself this year !! He took me to break out bras !( that is a post for another day)He took me to old navy to get tanks and shorts…nice, but the treat was this morning. I had coffee in bed and then in walked the children, led by the Butcher, all wearing paper crowns proclaiming my goodness ! There were lovely cards and a bag full of gum(to make up for the fact that they go into my purse and steal mine all the time). But…he saved the best for last, he wrote a poem. I LOVE poems on mother’s day ! And so for your reading pleasure (drum roll, please)…..
v- sell-a-brat….a poem for muther
Brats is what we is, rollin’ like the shiz
crusty butts and crooked smiles
never matching, we got style
we might scream and you know we’ll fart
may act dumb,but you know we’re smart
you said “no”, we’ll ask again…..
won’t back down until we win
alarm clock rings, we might come down
could be happy, could have frowns
never quiet, rarely still…………..
must have action
we always will
here comes mom, she’s such a snoop
kids wash your hands, after a poop, put down that doggy
make your bed, you smell awful, did you wash your head ?
She prefers manners, don’t be crass
but if you mess with her kids, she’ll kick your…..donkey.
disclaimer- I apologize for anything offensive, this is a birdseye view of our life from the Butcher, in his own words.
If your husband did anything half as creative as this, I’d like to know about it. comment.