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March 6, 2013
Mother’s Day comes around so fast,
reminding us all, it’s time
to get in touch and say ’Hello’ and
send a card with a suitable rhyme.
If only Mum knew how busy I am?
The computers crashed today, and
I had to work through my lunch break
as the year-end is up in May.
I pulled in at the ‘Services’,
to get some petrol and grab a card,
but the verses were all too sloppy
and I really looked ever so hard.
Just as I was giving up
I spotted one with a dog that would fit,
though the words inside were negligible.
She’d say that my partner had chosen it!
But I had to get it anyway,
as it was a last minute bid!
It was too late for choc’s and flowers
so I put in twenty quid.
I dashed out to the post van,
that from nowhere had appeared.
‘This card can’t go in here’ said the man
as we both now, at it peered.
‘It needs a first class stamp on it,
if you want it to get there on time’
I swear for just a second, I was
nearly hung for committing a crime.
‘But seeing as how it’s for Mother’s Day,
if you give me the value of the stamp,
I’ll see as it’s put in the sack with the rest
when I get back to camp’.
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