Here’s My Pocketbook, Here’s My Key
My mother said Noelle’s always picking
her nose in other people’s business. Like
telling her where to hang the pictures
of kittens in a basket (out of bright
sunlight so they won’t fade.) Noelle just might
have her eyes on them too, I’m pretty sure
we’d better nip things in the butt, she’ll take
it all if I don’t watch out, she’s sticking
her finger in every pie. Sure enough
she’s at your bedside while you’re dying. No
relation at all. Eating your dinner,
your Friday fish, right off your tray—sinner!
You’re unconscious, but the fishy odor
may still disturb your brain. Oh mother, stay tough.
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