Mom is the bomb.
She is awesome.
She’s like the possum.
She really rocks.
Cause she’s a fox.
Years ago when my youngest was asked to write a poem about Mom around Mothers Day, he came up with the funniest poem and presented it in front of the whole class and all the moms at a Mother’s Day party. It was so funny that my boys have repeated it to me over the years.
It was even so catchy that sometimes they thank God in a prayer using the funny poem. You know, “Thank you, God, for Mom. She’s the bomb….”
Okay, so he’s not ready for the beatnik scene, and maybe I’m a bit biased, but I like it!