The Ol' College Try

Well since GW#1 and Simon are now officially 'the shit' when it comes to poetry, I thought I'd give it the ol' college try and put up some of my own. You know, to boost my posts number. So here you go.

Come now, Johnny, don't you love your mother?
Won't you love her cares for you
and the pot roast potatoes hot chicken soup when you feel bad
Do you feel bad, Johnny?
What's she done to you? Think of what she's done for you.
Warm blankets in bed cool breeze big fire in the dead of winter
(she'll be dead by winter) and the kisses of spring
when she washed the dirt from behind your ears
and scrubbed with the washcloth
until your skin was pink in the washtub
and when the soap was in your eyes, didn't she hold in your tears
with the warmth of her shoulder and the cool of her touch
now you're cool to the touch but she loves you so much
oh, Johnny, look at you now, Johnny,
half-blown spent in the dirt of the fields
your eyes can't hardly see and your lips won't close
(when she fished you out from the pool and held your lips open
and gave you life for the second time in her life)
and your vision is fine, but your eyes can't see, Johnny,
why can't you see, Johnny, don't you know your mother?

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