Part I:

I'm the mother of four wonderful spawn
Of whom I look fondly upon
But I'm not very glad
When they fart as one lad
T'is then that I wish they were gone


Part II:

My three boys will be leaving me soon
Then the sun will go out with the moon
As my heart fills with gall
I won't function at all
'Til someone makes me laugh like a loon


Part III:

My daughter is a sight to behold
Her hair is milk chocolate and gold
She draws like a genius
Is sweet; sometimes mean, yes *
But she'll not soon depart from the fold
(GOOD GIRL!)

(9.15.06 - *I couldn't resist the rhyme. She is 13 yrs. old and o-cca-sion-al-ly cranky, esp. with the aforementioned brothers tho' they DO enjoy their bonding rituals. However, that noted in Part I is an abject lie; only the boys are skilled enough to participate. TOO skilled by far, if you ask me, grumble. But if it keeps 'em off the streets...)

Esther Leclerc

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-spawn/