My ma, had many cats, she'd chase...
A better viewed, viewing, than a steep-led race.
Have you ever been, on the boat of life? ...
Filled with grief and silly, angry strife.
What is it, the boat, a mother, chasing many cats called? ...
A Cat-A-Ma-Ran.
Actually, some mothers are rather worthless...
They care not for their children, they might as well, have just
been, born, birth less.
A lot of mothers don't deserve the 'Motherly', distinction...
These, uncaring mothers should be left, to, total, extinction.
A mother born to mental ail...
Should live her life, through, total Hell.
This reason is why many mothers fail.
This i say, to you, I yell, and I, tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem