She's Got My Number Poem by Cheryl Jacob

She’s the mastermind of masterminds.
She’s the sneakiest of the sneaks.
I know I can’t hide, she’s got my number.
She’s got the third and the fourth eye,
And I think she might have one on her behind too,
For she knows what I’m going to do before even I know.
She sneaks hideous glob in my grub,
And pokes me up when the sun’s up.
She lets her fingers do the talking
but uses her shining eyes to really make me work.
She has the power to hear my mind,
And stops my pondering hankerings.
There’s no fooling her, oh boy, my time’s up…she got my number!
She’s my mother, and there’s no stopping her from using her third or fourth eye.