Mother Knows for friend Titus

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Mother Knows.

 

The odour of an apple pie.

Fresh baked and set aside to cool.

Would tempt a stronger soul than I

 to discard sense and play the fool.

Beneath that crisp and golden crust

there lie stewed apples rich and sweet.

Arousing a small boy’s greedy lust.

My mother is nobody’s fool

 she knew just what I hand in mind

and well before I broke the rule,

 She took a switch to my behind.

It was my turn I had to learn

 though mother’s kind she can be stern.

 

4-Sep-08

 

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