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Mothers Day.
Well here we are again,
It is Mothers Day,
All the children of the world
Combine to have their say.
Mother, I really appreciate you
No other words can say,
You should check the cost
Of this card I had to pay.
That should make it clear,
It really aint that funny.
For this piece of folded cardboard
I paid a lot of money.
This whole thing it is a con.
I admit it was late hours,
Hence the passed out blooms
On my pathetic bunch of flowers.
But the thought it is still there,
It"s just that times are hard,
I have been refused more credit
On my student loan bank card.
My life it aint so great,
Collage it is a pressure dome.
(I will have to speak to Father
About my train fare home.)
So the Family is all home
Mother is in a real good mood,
I wonder, should I choose my moment
And ask about my next weeks food.
The meal is really good,
But Fathers face it says it all,
He has just read the Bill,
My God he looks so small.
Mother seems so pleased,
She loves her Family noise.
All those flowers and cards
Surrounded by her Boys.
We all end up at home,
I am the only one staying over,
Father"s drunk and melancholy
And he heads for the clover….
The car door it does clunk
To the platform I drag a case,
My holdall full of food,
We stop and have a last embrace..
The Old Man , well he does know,
What more can I say,
Mother slips me fifty quid.
Good old Mother,
Good old Mothers day…
