An ode to motherhood
12 years of education Will end in graduation All the parents and the teachers think you're swell If you're feeling like you're still a fool Off to college, then to graduate school. In 6 years you'll be free of those as well. But if you choose to be a mother A profession like no other You're stuck forever, as far as I can tell. You thought it'd be a pleasant life. That of mother and of wife But now your life is crazy, all pell-mell. The laundry's oveflowing Your grocery list keeps growing Your toddler's crying, pointing where he fell. DH is always working His duty he's not shirking But you wonder if you've maybe gone to hell. Dinner's burning in the oven Would it hurt to join a coven? How nice to clean the kitchen with a spell! The child's nose is snotty, Your leftovers are rotty, Well, just tell DH to swing by Taco Bell. Rewind the movie yet again Teach your kid to count to ten And sing, 12 times, "The Farmer in the Dell". "I love you child, dearly," You need to say, sincerely. Otherwise, you'll need a padded cell.