WHEN MUMMY COMES HOME

My mamma is a qualified teacher,

Instilling discipline and good morals into students,

Always shouting good words like a preacher,

Giving knowledge to all including presidents,

When mummy comes home she’ll beat the mediocrity out of me.

My mamma is a qualified doctor,

Treating patients and giving injection,

Always at service and alert as a waiter,

Her main bit revolves around digestion,

When mummy comes home she’ll kick the virus out of me.

My mamma is a qualified engineer,

Machinery arrangement is all her ability,

She is a genius who never rely on questionnaire,

When mummy comes home she’ll teach me how to make a toy car.

My mamma is a talented shopkeeper,

Selling milk expensively than ever,

While papa is a veteran gatekeeper,

Getting a bob from him is a great favor,

When mummy comes home she’ll bring me slices of bread.

My mamma is a peasant farmer,

Growing onions on our little piece of land,

All the same she’s hopeful to be a comer,

With plenty produce with which she can lend,

When mummy comes home she’ll bring nothing but smiles.

 By: Otieno Lawrence

     ©2015