Mother Cooked My Footballs
perhaps they tasted good?
Sunday night at dinner,
My mom got really mad,
I wouldn’t eat her re-fried mud,
It tasted pretty bad…
Monday night at dinner,
My father lost his cool,
I wouldn’t eat his broccoli cake,
It went agaist his rule…
Tuesday night at dinner,
My mom got so irate,
I wouldn’t eat the pickled prunes,
I left them on my plate…
Wednesday night at dinner,
My dad was so enraged,
I didn’t eat his fungus food,
He tried to have me caged!!!
Thursday night at dinner,
My mom was angry so,
She cooked my two best footballs,
They taste like moldy dough…