This morning,
While mom was having a lie-in,
Because it's Saturday,
My sister and I.
Emptied our money-boxes
And wend down town
To buy the scarf
We know she'll like.
When we got home,
My sister went in first
And kept her talking,
While I smuggled the scarf upstairs
And hid it in the shoe-box
Under my bed.
This afternoon,
We'll go to the flower shop with Dad
And we'll smuggle a plant
Into the shed.
Tonight,
We'll write the cards
We'll smuggle in
Earlier in the week
And wrap up the scarf.
Then, in the morning,
We'll give ourselves up,
Hand over the smuggled goods
And watch Mum's face
And she opens her present
On Mother's Day.
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RandomThis is a children poem. if u got a little brother or sister. Or maybe you love a childish poem you just read here and if you don't like it don't read it because i don't like unecessary insults. But anyone who likes it please read it.
