"Today," Legato started, curling his fingers and laying his head on his hands. "And you will listen to it with me won't you?"
"YEAH!"
"Good..." Legato stood up, searching his pockets. "Where did that damn..."
He leaned his large chair over, searching underneath it, then doing the same with with the couch...and the bookshelf...and the fake fireplace...and Kori. "Shit...where did I put that damn piece of-"
"Legato!" Someone yelled in shock. "Watch your language around your mother!"
Legato paled even more so than he already was. "Uh...m-m-mother! H-how nice i-it is to s-see you..." He said, forcing a smile towards the blue-haired woman. "W-what brings you here...to my show...in front of everyone...?"
Mrs. Bluesummers reached over and grabbed Legato's cheek, making the "smoochy" face. "Well I just had to come see my baby teaching these other kiddies about poetry. Oh you don't know how happy I am to see that you have become a mass murderer AND a T.V. star." The woman wiped her eyes from tears.
"Mother!" Legato said, embarassed.
"Now...what poem are you going to read for me today?"
"Well...I can't find it..."
"Well do you mind if I read one and you can read your next week then?"
Legato thought for a moment...then sighed. "Sure."
The Mother clapped her hands in delight, sitting down with a microphone in Legato's comfy chair. "This was a poem that my little shmiggy read to me when he was six...he couldn't even pronounce some of the words."
"Mother! No!" Legato screamed, running towards teh piece of paper, only to be held back by security guards. "What!"
"Orders from Kori."
Legato glared at the laughing director. "Damn you..."
"LANGUAGE!" Mrs. Bluesummers sighed. "Anyways, it goes like this..." Legato groaned in the background.
"Thanks Mom for bringing my soul to life.
Thanks Mom for the warm and loving home
that you and Dad provided.
Thanks Mom for the baby dolls, high chairs,
and cradles that it took you sometimes all night
on Christmas Eve to put together.
Thanks Mom for listening to my kind
of Rock and Roll music,
even though it wasn't Elvis Presley or Buddy Holly.
Thanks Mom for the all night talk before college,
when I refused to go because I got cold feet.
Thanks Mom for always being here,
even now when I am old enough to be
a mother myself.
"Thanks Mom for feeding my hunger for knowledge;
even after you worked all day you still had time to
help me with my homework.
Thanks Mom for teaching me manners;
they come in quite handy now.
Thanks Mom for making me learn to cook;
I never thought I would enjoy it so much.
Thanks Mom for putting me behind the wheel of a car,
even when I was afraid of failure;
who knew I would end up driving all
over the country.
Thanks Mom for supporting my decisions,
even when you didn't agree.
"Thanks Mom for my compassionate heart;
I like to think that I inherited it from you.
Thanks Mom for showing me how it feels so much
better to give than to receive.
Thanks Mom for giving me high morals and values;
they have always been my guide through life.
Thanks Mom for allowing my independent
spirit to soar,
even when I seem a little crazy at times.
Thanks Mom for my positive outlook on life;
for me the glass is always half full.
Thanks Mom for the unconditional love
that you always provide.
Thanks Mom for letting me be me.
And especially,
Thanks Mom for being you. "
"Now will you let go of me?" Legato said, crying. Kori nodded.
"Thank you for completely humiliating me Mother...now will you go home?"
"Your welcome Leggy-poo...but no. I have to stay and make sure you don't use that dirty mouth of yours anymore, now don't I?"
"Ugh..."
"Ah...don't make that face!"
"What face?"
"That one! The one you used to use when you were sick with the runs..."
"MOTHER!"
"Don't you raise your voice at me young man! You may be an adult but you are still my son and don't think I won't get the paddle out!"
"STOP EMBARRASSING ME!"
Momma Blueummers stopped, pale. "I...embarass you...?"
"Mother..." Legato said, rolling his eyes.
"Well...I'll just go then...If all I do is cause you utter humiliation..."
"Ugh...I'm sorry Mother..."
"No you're not..."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not..."
"Do you want me not to be?"
She sighed. "Well...can I stay."
Legato winced. "Yes...you can stay." Legato then smiled. "Besides... show is over anyways. Good bye boys and girls!"
"This episode of Poetry Corner: With Legato Bluesummers is brought to you by...
"Black kitty beer! When ever you want to get intoxicated the black cat is always there!
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"Momma Bluesummers! She loves her...uh...Shmooky?"
"MOTHER!"
Note: This poem was written by Cindy Nelson. I don't claim it.