Mother's Birthday

What is a house without a spouse, you may well ask and wonder who'd clean the place and catch the mouse that came inside to ponder how quickly he would get into the place that strikes his fancy he'd try his clever tricks on you, perhaps some sycophancy? The cook, the cleaner, the alarm a jackie of all trades she is expected to wear charm in multicoloured shades. Get up, you kids, it's time for school the bacon's almost ready, there is a strict and simple rule that goes for you, too, Eddie. You'll catch the bus when it first calls and don't forget your books, and if you kids go to the malls watch out for all those crooks. And child molesters, cons and gays they all like pretty faces and do return your fast food trays and tie your sneaker laces. I worry all the hours till the bus returns you guys, I'm sure your mother never will just stand there baking pies. She holds the clan together, yes a mother does it all, and every god would always bless the bond that grows so tall. A husband brings the bacon home and makes a stoic face, yet in the scheme he is a gnome runt of the human race. A house is nothing, trust me now without a pair of boobs, while she alone can show you how. He plays with Rubik's Cubes. So Happy Birthday from the gang, may you have many more. From now we promise, we shall hang our jackets by the door.