Mothers And The Joyous Pain
Certainly an unproductive world
Without the feminine gender
They are greater than the ancient war sword
The labour pain on their face is no pretender
Nor the misery of their elastic tommy
Within which we all once domicile
Though the tale sounds funny
But think twice and pause a while
You may unravel the sincerity of the burden
Mothers thread in their quest to have us
Is this worth forgetting all of a sudden?
No, but let's strengthen their believe in us
By rewarding their joyous pain
And this we must uphold as long as we reign
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