Mommy BootCamp

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    Sung to the tune "Miss Lucy Had A Baby", sort of, but not exactly. 4/4 time, key of G Major.

    Mommy BootCamp

    I live in Mommy BootCamp
    It really isn't fair
    She makes me clean her house all day
    While she sit's and combs her
    Hair, Hair, Hair

    I have a little doggy
    He lives right down the street
    They feed him steaks and pork and eggs
     The accomodations
     can't be 
    Beat, Beat, Beat

    Back to Mommy BootCamp
    I never am alone
    She makes me hang up all my clothes
    And I can't talk on the
    Phone, Phone, Phone

    She says to call her mother
    Not Pal or Bud or B**ch
    I would say, if you asked me
    She's a great big scary
    Witch, Witch, Witch

    When will this all be over
    I just turned twenty-four
     Mom says if I don't like it
    She will show me to the 
    Door,Door, Door.

    I guess I'll stay till Christmas
    It seems that I may gain
    A brand new broom
    To clean her room
    I know I sound
    Insane, Sane, Sane
     

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    Hampton commented on Mommy BootCamp

    12-12-2009

    A clever composition written from the perspective of a grown child who must observe the rules of the household.

    laurilang5 commented on Mommy BootCamp

    12-12-2009

    Loved this! My adult daughter has moved home and I think I shall be heard singing this great little song you have written. I wish you patience and the ability to bite your lips. May you have more sucess than me..

    danmartyjake1 commented on Mommy BootCamp

    12-12-2009

    No Your not insane. I think I have lived here before in this place with a step-mother not so long ago. I can remember these feelings and you have illustrated them well here, Good Write!

    BadBadBear commented on Mommy BootCamp

    12-12-2009

    We all have to pay for our keep and board one way or the other, even bears. Fine write!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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