Wendy

As we talked and began to discuss She told me that she did not cuss Even though her daughters both cursed and swore Those deeds of theirs she tried to ignore As it would only cause bother and a fuss. She told me how she raised her girls With religion and dresses and pretty pearls But instead those gals they wanted to be boys Spitting and fighting and making a farting noise Now she said her mind it just twirls and twirls Now they smoke and drink just like a sailor Many times she said she was their jailer What has become to her lovely baby daughters Maybe she must wait until hell or high waters She spoke as she breathed with her inhaler. She said in her next life if she is not a nun Wendy told me she would rather have a son That is what gives her desire and hope To survive her daughters and help her cope Then she left, and our discussion was done. Randy L. McClave