Mother, Mother, Mother Poem by michael hubbert
Mother, Mother, Mother
Mother, is my best shirt ironed?
are my tee shirts clean?
yes, I've got a date tonight
who's got the Listerine?
Mother, have you seen my shoes?
the one's that shine up bright
yes, I've got to work tomorrow
and tomorrow night
Mother, does the car have gas?
please don't wait up late
I have a date with Jennifer
I pick her up at eight
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