Morning Mom, a poetic parody

You better sit up;
Better open your eyes-
Better get up
‘Fore you get a surprise.
Morning Mom is stomping the ground.

She’s opened your blinds;
Yelled at you twice-
Gonna come give you sched’ling advice.
Morning Mom is starting to frown.

She knew when you weren’t sleeping,
Staying up to read, instead.
And now she’s leaning over you
And her breath could curdle bread.

Oh! You better sit up;
Better open your eyes-
Better get up
‘Fore she brings in the ice.
Morning Mom is layin’ it down…

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©2019 Chelsea Owens


4 thoughts on “Morning Mom, a poetic parody

  1. Loved the bit about her breath! Reminds me of my son when he was three, woke me up and got really close to my face. As he lay there innocently, looking up at me and stroking my face so loving I couldn’t help but sense that he was about to say something very endearing.
    Then the words came: “Mom, your breathing stinks.” LOL. Thanks son.

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