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NPM Day 15 Twofer


Okay, this poem isn't mine.

As a mother to five you constantly hear complaining,

Every "ugh" and "uuhhh" and sigh and whine.

But that's my job.

To remain, explain, maintain, and train

Until one day they can self-sustain

THE LAST TIME I EVER WENT DOWN TO BREAKFAST WITHOUT MAKING MY BED

Written By: Chris Harris

"Why should I make my bed?" I said.

"It just gets messed up again."

My mother said, "I understand,"

Picked up my eggs and raisin bran,

And tossed them in the garbage can.

"Why should I serve you food?" she said.

"You just get hungry again."


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