Don’t run with scissors
Mama said
You’ll fall and stab yourself to death.
Don't go shooting BB guns
Mama said
You’ll shoot your eye out.
Don’t go out in the rain
Mama said
You’ll catch your death of cold.
Don’t run in the house
Mama said
You’ll break my pretty knick-knacks.
Don’t forget to wash behind your ears
Mama said
They’ll rot and fall off your head.
Don’t go in the water after you eat
Mama said
You’ll get a cramp and drown.
Don’t go kissing all the girls
Mama said
You’ll get blisters on your lips.
I listened to everything
Mama said
With one exception.
Where can I get an extra strong lip balm?
Monday, May 7, 2012
Mama Said
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, May 07, 2012
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