Sweetest Mother,
Like no other
Of bringing me forth,
You'll ne'er loathe
Some from diapers,
To top-notch snipers
Yet they dearly love,
The crooked sons they have
She'll go hungry,
For you to raid the pantry
She'll give you perfect innoculation,
So you'll ne'er live in speculation
Her sweetest food,
Forever lighting up your mood
Mama. Like no other!
~ la fin ~
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Ken, would you consider doing a 'remix' of this poem?
Hey, thanks for commenting. Do you mean that you would like to do a remix of the poem?