My mom I love so much,
I rarely see her & such,
But when she is here,
She always brings me treats,
Not that she has to,
I love to see mom whenever.
We play, she chases me, I her,
She calls me her little monkey, (what’s that mean?)
She calls me by all sorts of pet names,
And well she should, as I am her pet too.
So far this little rhyme has yet to actually rhyme,
But sometimes rhyming can be so boring,
So, as dad says, I can use a little poetic license,
Oh, and this time I do have a license,
Even if “has” been revoked.
Hey, mom, Christmas is fast approaching,
I want this and that,
But most important,
Both Dad & I want a visit from you,
So take this cue,
And bring yourself over here,
As we both, extremely miss you know who…
(Rufuz & ed)