Here, have a poem I am not ashamed of.

WARNING: Nasty, two-faced mothers ahead.

Claimer: Mother is mine, much to my displeasure. I really want to slap her.

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Mother: Poor Children

o, you poor dears, children
o, you poor dears!
I told you to stay clear
but you wouldn't listen
o, you poor dears!

o, you poor loves, children
o, you poor loves!
heed now what you hear
or your eyes will glisten
o, you poor loves!

o, you poor innocent children
o, you poor children!
this will make you straight
and teach you to obey
o, you poor children!

o, you poor darlings, children
o, you poor darlings!
though this warning comes late
there will be agony to pay
o, you poor darlings!

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I'm sure it doesn't take a very long time spent in her company to discover that she only means half of what she says. Gross.

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