My Mommy
I love my mommy, her sandwiches are yummy,
I love her sandwiches cause they fill up my tummy.
She washes the dishes and vacuums the floor,
she prepares the sandwiches and much much more.
She says take out the garbage and clean up your room,
I say go make me a sandwich and hand me the broom.
She always cooks the meals, sometines I don't care for,
but as long as she cooks food, that's all that she's there for.
Every sandwich she makes, she makes it just right,
she makes it with confidence, with power, with might.
My mommy really loves me, she loves me a lot,
besides my little sister, she's all that I got.
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