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I HATE MUMMY


Just a church is placed far from a mosque

Keep your bench away from the blue kiosk

It is this advise

Meant to keep me from vice

That makes me love your mommy

And I say again, With all disdain

I hate your mummy- who dumped you

Lovers of their own selves

As early as in their age twelves

Grow up into husband helpers

Child care takers

And family binders

Yet, your mother

Dumped you rather

But I blame your father

Who treated her like dummy

Immediately we found you

This baby shall live

Was my wife’s faith

Ooh my lovely Judith.

And this is her diary, her last word

“As I donate my kidney

Saving a new world

Tell her I’m sorry

Six years more can I live

To her my life I give

Train her to be bold and Godly

To help finish my story”

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