The Mother of Boys

 

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.