What do you think of this poem about moms?

DON'T MESS WITH MOM

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%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; My son came home from school one day,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; with a smirk upon his face.

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; He decided he was smart enough,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; to put me in my place.

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%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; "Guess what I learned in Civics Two,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; that's taught by Mr. Wright?

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; It's all about the laws today,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'

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%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; It says I need not clean my room,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; don't have to cut my hair

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; No one can tell me what to think,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; or speak, or what to wear.

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%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; I have freedom from religion,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; and regardless what you say,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; I don't have to bow my head,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; and I sure don't have to pray.

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%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; I can wear earrings if I want,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; and pierce my tongue %26amp; nose.

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; I can read %26amp; watch just what I like,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; get tattoos from head to toe.

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%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; And if you ever spank me,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; I'll charge you with a crime.

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; I'll back up all my charges,

%26gt;%26gt;%26gt; with the marks on my behind.

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What do you think of this poem about moms?opera mobile

Very Good

What do you think of this poem about moms?imax theatre opera theater

very cute and funny but a little sad

I know of a parent whose daughter tells her all the time, you can't spank me I will tell my teacher and you will go to jail

needless to say, the daughter is a spoiled rotten brat!
LOL

kid's a brat.

go momma!
I prefe this one:

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They f*ck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

But they were f*cked up in their turn

By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.
Fairly lousy poem, everything else being equal.