Mother's Day Poem Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

Make your bed.
Pick up your clothes.
Straight to school.
Don't pick your nose.

Who was last in the loo?
Put the bloody seat down.
You'll spoil your dinner.
Don't eat that now.

What's the problem?
I won't be long.
Turn that down.
I'm sick of that song.

D'ya have to swear?
Be home by four.
Wipe your feet.
Don't slam the door.

Excuse me please.
I was watching that.
Where's my shampoo?
Key's under the mat.

Where are you now?
Didn't you hear me call?
Don't worry about us.
Just go ~ have a ball.


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