Handprints on cupboards

and shoes in the hall.

Toilet seats up and there’s

mud on the wall.

Every sports channel to

well them appeal,

and the front room doubles

as a football field.

The shelves in the kitchen

are continually bare.

There’s toys on the couch

and jeans on the chair.

Wrestling and mud and

cars and noise;

I’m sure you can guess I’m

the Mother of Boys!

This poem is derived from shop quick quotes.

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