Mother May I

Mother mother

Where may I find the bubbles

Or can I scratch your stubble

That should be no trouble


Is it under the pillow

So I can start a fight

I looked  inside your cupboard

I want  something to bite


Perhaps it’s in your brassiere

And pray may I reach in there

Is it  in your bosom bag

Or inside  the stars in the flag


Oh no my wonderful dear

Really it’s outside there

It’s on the sidewalk you’ll see

You need some calories burned




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50 Ale

We gulped a gallon of 50 Ale

While listening to the beats of 50 cents

Marking a golden anniversary

On Waverley Street we read a map


We bagged a handful of five-ohs

Blaring a censure in our  halos

When cruising the routes in Winnipeg

Above the  fifty you’re pegged


Abba Simon is gone they said to us

And so are the fifty popes before

It won’t be great drinking your way

While paying the toll to the great beyond.


Photo credit:Colin Behrens. Image link: Pixabay