by Cathleene Filmore

Created on: January 24, 2008

The Mess, A Mother's Plea

Oh the mess, the mess,
It's coming to get me the mess!
The floor is all sticky,
The counter is covered,
I am going to get lost in the muck!

Oh the mess, the disorganized mess,
The toys cover all of the floor!
There are Babies and Pollys and sharp little castle moats,
Surely my delicate feet can't ignore!

Oh please my dear child,
My sweet child who I so adore,
Come save mother quick,
Come quickly I say,
For in this mess I may lose me indeed.
In this mess,
The most sane part of me!

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