Some moms are perfect Their nails are painted they wear make-up and their hair is dyed They look lovely But they are like my friend Elisa’s dolls if you touch them they might break You can touch my mom whenever you want and she never breaks And she always looks lovely Living with her is an adventure
Some mornings the alarm clock doesn’t go off I’m very pleased she not so much We have to run and get dressed and rush off to school like two scatterbrains But that’s all right
