cool and trendy,
dropped your phone down the toilet while texting.
You are funny and dizzy,
I won’t call you a hippy.
You do the YMCA the wrong way round.
Occasionally burn the pizza or cakes,
or let the washing get wet,
but you are my mum, I won’t call you a pain.
You are there when I need you,
though I can’t fault your singing,
but your karaoke’s so loud it kept my ears ringing.
You’re groovy and glamorous but dippy as ever.
You put the milk in the cupboard, caught your blouse on a door hook, left the cat out all night in the cold!
But I love you forever – perfect in an imperfect way,
this is getting so soppy, I am going out to play!