Old Mother Combs, when she wanted to stray
Would fly through the sky on her broom made of hay.
Poor Mother Combs had a home covered in bricks.
With a couple of dogs at the door, scratching their ticks.
This is her cat, Klingon, a fine-looking cat;
Not very thin, but very very fat.
She sent her daughter to market - a goat she did buy
“Here, Mother, isn’t it cute?” was her child’s reply
The goat ate Mother Combs’ broom
So Mother sent her daughter to her room
Then she wondered how she was blessed
With a child, that caused this whole mess.
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Comments (13)
I love this Mother Combs. What a great poem!!!
This is fun! Love the self insert 🖤
Fun to reread!
🤍 Super cute! Great idea and the incoporation of you is lovely!
I love this! Reminds me of a nursery rhyme.
very good poem
Mother’s Mother and Child poem!
Very creative! Made me smile.
Bahaha - fun poem! A nursery rhyme from mother Combs - love it! 🤣👏
Hahahahahahaha this was funny!
This is a lovely read! Smile provoking ☺️
I like this a lot, poor mother, at least the goat is happy, nice poem 😊😊
lol. That was cute. Loved how you were a character in this.