A Bad Mother Poem by Phil Soar

Nothing good will come of it
My mother used to say
She always stopped me doing things
In case I went astray
She always used to tell me
That I was raving mad
And I'd end up in a Looney bin
When I was just a lad
She once said I was mental
Because I liked to think
That I could be like Elvis
Or could write a book on drink
Oh yes, I had some vivid thoughts
It did not do me wrong
She called me very many things
As my life went along
And now that she is here no more
I can't imagine how
I've turned into the man I am
And how I've lived till now