The Crystal Lady's

The Poet's Corner
 Thirty Pieces of Silver
A collection of poems
by Joan Estelle High
© 1994 - 2003


 

Young Mother Brown
By Joan Estelle High
©2003

Young mother Brown, went into downtown.
She wanted to buy her children some bread.
When she got there, her purse was so bare.
That they all had to eat cornbread instead.

Young mother Brown some days sure felt down.
All the meals she was cooking were from rice.
My children need meat and milk can't be beat
To buy some food for them would be nice.

Young mother Brown took the bus in to town.
She took all her brood to get government food.
It is hard to guess just what was it she found.
It weighted a ton, getting it home would be fun.
Because they issued it out by the pound.

Young mother Brown soon did grow round.
All the food was so starchy she soon  found.
From peanut butter and jelly she got a big belly.
From spaghetti my friend she got her big end.

Young mother Brown had an old hound.
One day when her cupboard was bare.
She looks at the hound , her eyes big and round.
I wish I could stew it, I think I would do it.
If I just knew how to get rid of the hair.


 


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