My Mother's cheeks are fat, My Mother's nose is thin, Her teeth are made of bone But they are filled with tin. My Mother's nose is blue, My Mother's eyes are green, She is my boss and pal, She is my regent queen. My Mother's ears are small, My Mother's face is big, Her hair is all her own, She never wears a wig. My Mother likes to eat, She also likes to cook, She likes to sit up most all night Reading a naughty book. My Mother dresses nice, And she has lots and lots Of clothes all pink and blue, And mauve with yellow dots. My Mother likes to boss And tell me what to do, But sometimes we swap round And then I run her too. My Mother cannot sleep Unless she's full of food, Candy and soup and beans And prunes that have been stewed My Mother loves me so She loves each word I write, And every rhyme I make Rhymes just for her delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |