HOWLING AT THE MOON
That’s a whole lot of beeping
And not a lot of sleeping
And the boyz won’t stop leaping
And the chicks keep on peeping
And I am hard-pressed in keeping
From howling at the moon.
Too much crying. Too much eating
And the boys keep on competing
While my writing’s not completing
And my Twitter’s never tweeting
My patience is so fleeting --
So I’m howling at the moon.
Too much cleaning. Too much feeding
Too much whining. Too much needing
Never listening. Never heeding.
And the same Truck Book I’m reading
God. My sanity’s receding
And I’m howling at the moon.
From New York to Saskatoon
It won’t end ‘til we’re immune
And that better happen soon
No, it’s not a pretty tune
Some at midnight, some at noon:
Mothers, howling at the moon.
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