Motherly Love

In the fifth grade, I told my teacher a lie

     And she called my mother

And I remember thinking,

     'I'm gonna die'

 

When I arrived home

     Mother gave me that look--

The one that says,

     'You're about to get a licking'

 

And I got it,

     And it hurt bad,

And when it was over

     She told me:

 

'Boy, if I ever catch you

     Telling another lie,

You better put your head between your knees

     And kiss your ass goodbye'

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