Wendy Poem by Randy McClave

As we talked and began to discuss
She told me that she did not cuss
Even though her daughters both cursed and swore
Those deeds of theirs she tried to ignore
As it would only cause bother and a fuss.

She told me how she raised her girls
With religion and dresses and pretty pearls
But instead those gals they wanted to be boys
Spitting and fighting and making a farting noise
Now she said her mind it just twirls and twirls

Now they smoke and drink just like a sailor
Many times she said she was their jailer
What has become to her lovely baby daughters
Maybe she must wait until hell or high waters
She spoke as she breathed with her inhaler.

She said in her next life if she is not a nun
Wendy told me she would rather have a son
That is what gives her desire and hope
To survive her daughters and help her cope
Then she left, and our discussion was done.

Randy L. McClave