An Unusual Mother

This Mother’s Day
I sent a bouquet
To the biggest mother of them all.
In West Palm Beach
Where his radio speech
Goes out for Right-wing calls.

He’s not a she
As you may believe,
But still a mother by unusual ways.
He doesn’t wear a dress
At least in public I guess,
But attacks liberals and gays.

This dumb mother
Unlike any other
Takes medication to keep him insane,
And for all his power
I sent dead flowers
Because evil lurks in his brain.

So as he lies and shouts,
This dumb mother doubts
That his anger keeps him so castrated.
At the sound of the flush
We hear that Rush
Is just a “mother” that’s half hyphenated. ;-)

A hard-working mother named May
Drove home in her old Chevrolet
The windows were frosted
And though May was exhausted
She felt pretty good anyway

A hard-working mother named May
Wrote this to her friend in Calais
“My kids drive me nuts
My husband’s a putz
Could I visit you for a day?”

A hard-working mother named May
Arranged her hors d’oeuvres on a tray:
Haggis with rice
Mothballs on ice
And Peshtigo pigeon pate

and

A hard working mother named May
looks forward to her once a year day
When children are silent
and no one gets violent
And they play in the bay down the way.

Happy birthday, Pip! Thanks.

(This is an especially awesome blog post because my birthday’s on Mayday. I’ll put you in this fortnight’s Blogsplosion, too ’cause you’re so cool!)
- Pip