The Mommy Cycle

  Barbie doll and scissors,
With fresh cut curls,
Little girls caught playing,
With your favorite pearls.

Honey, your rooms a mess,
I’m stressed,
No kids can stay,
Put that away.

Don't argue with me,
It’s almost three,
When Summer is here,
You'll play all day.

Run, jump and kids that stay,
Swim, dance, piano too,
Baseball and soccer for something to do,
Don't forget Bible School,

Movie shows,
And shopping deals,
County Fairs,
With dancing bears.

Walks in the park,
Until its dark,
Friends on the line,
You'll find the time.

Some day you'll see,
Your time’s not free,
When you have kids,
And groceries to buy,

Meals to cook,
While reading a book,
Baby that cries,
Fathers that sigh,

Errands to run,
Oh it’s getting fun,
Washing to do,
And your not through.

The baby throws up,
While you step on the pup,
Phone rings,
Microwave dings.

Can't stop,
You wanna drop,
Oh my turnip greens,
I'm losing my mind.

Clean this mess,
While I egress.