Spring rains wouldn't stop.
And Mother tore her hair out at the noise of her rowdy kid.
She wanted to be out playing, too.
So who can blame her for what she did?
She whistled for the dog
And handed a spoonful of peanut butter to her curious child.
"All dogs love peanut butter,"
She explained, "In fact it drives them wild."
While her ironing was done
She listened to the laughter and remembered when she was young,
And scooped bits of peanut butter
To paste on her own dog's tongue.
The dog didn't mind
Sticking his tongue out like an anteater and even if he did,
The taste alone was worth it.
Well, that, and the attention of his kid.
Wicked Mother
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