by Wolfcall
Mother of two boys.
They used to share toys.
Growing up was kinda hard.
But sometimes they had friends over and played cards.
Brothers will be brothers thinking one tuffer than the other.
So the fight was on and one or another would yell hey Mother.
So I would come running.
Braking up the fight was cunning.
Sometimes it hurt to be a Mom!
But then things get better as times passes.
The two boys grew, fights, and girls masses.
Then here we are again.
Two boys, fights, girls, whose gona win.
It hurts to be a Mom!
I see both sides.
Neither one will let it hide.
All I can say Don't let a female get you down.
Lets put on a crown.
Nothing means more to me than you two boys.
So lets all stick to your loved ones and enjoy the toys.
Sometimes it hurts to be a Mom!
Submission date : 2009-11-02
Last edit : 2009-11-02
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