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Mom's Sunday Breakfast FINAL DRAFT by Ri Laser Copyright Light Years Ahead LLC 2015 Ronald Lazar CEO 001 Backup
Mom's Sunday Breakfast FINAL DRAFT by Ri Laser Copyright Light Years Ahead LLC 2015 Ronald Lazar CEO 001 Backup
By Ronald Lazar
1 of 18
1,991 Words
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I hate to admit it
But I kind of enjoyed
Watching Mom lose it,
Seeing her get annoyed.
I never imagined
I could drive her berserk.
I found out Mom had her limits
When I behaved like a jerk.
She pronounced,
“Because we are FAM-I-LY
And FAMILY means OTHER!
It means you must be WITH
Father, Sister and Brother!
We have to spend time TOGETHER, you cuss!
YOU must learn all about what it means to be US!”
Mom said,
“Stand back!
I’ll make them do my bidding!
I’ll teach them to love one another or else!”
No pancakes or eggs –
But –
Was I to blame?
Was I a bad, sad or true kid?
And afraid -- pretty soon,
I’d be a stewed kid,
Which is where they would put me
Till I’d admit “I was really a weasely, blue kid,
Besides which, it’s clear, that I’m easily stupid.”
MOM’S SUNDAY BREAKFAST
By Ronald Lazar
10 of 18
Then the Earth started grumbling, and rumbling, and
quaking,
Like Mom’s scolding words.
Did it feel Mom’s heart breaking?
The eruptions began in our kitchen, with hissing,
And grew louder and louder -- then my sister went missing!
We all ran outside -- the mountains exploding,
The ground trembled beneath us, with dread and
foreboding.
She smiled,
“Thank you for cooking.
Now, let us all DINE
In PEACE
Just this ONCE
Without a groan or a WHINE.”
THE END