Nefertiti Posted July 26, 2003 For the nine months I carried you, burped and cleaned you, for you my son there is no charge! For the eighteen years I fed you, clothed and nursed you, there is no charge. However, Now that you're out of school you'd better get a job, and don't be a slob. And I better not ever catch you trying to rob. Later on I want a new Mercedes, A new home, And a large checking account, with an unlimited amount. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rising Phoenix Posted July 26, 2003 Wow, Nefertiti, HEAVY RHYMES, gurl, well done. Love tha poem!! Let me spin some off: From the day you were born, eyes Wide, mouth open in gentle surprise I held you, cooed over you Loved you even when you cried, yes its true! And now, you're older, and not any wiser I still clean your wounds, and hold you when you cry And smack you when you lie, teach you how to deal with a goodbye Through all the sweat and tears, I brought you up This is how you repay me, by locking me up "You're too old, mum," you told me Before they came and carted off with me And as the doors shut - a loney clang That cries of desperation, in my heart a bang I realise, my son, you're not who I brought you to be But who'll listen? I'm hidden away in the dark, waiting for death to claim me... harmonyangel Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites