The Laureate-To My Wife on Mother's Day

My mother you are not,

and that is good…I think.

Dad said, when young, I was a snot,

and drove my mom to drink.

Let’s celebrate this day

for you have two fine sons.

I’d buy a big bouquet,

but pollen stirs the runs.

So let us merely dine,

and share a kiss, or two.

The day should turn out fine…

the snot, dad knew, is true to you.

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