– verse written after seeing this mother in Sterling Services whose son was obviously embarrassed by her attire.
Son to Mother
Are you wearing those pants for a joke, Ma,
Are you wearing those pants for a joke?
Can’t you buy something new, you’re not broke, Ma,
Can’t you buy something new, you’re not broke?
Are you out to amuse or beguile, Ma,
Are you out to amuse or beguile?
Is that fun or just your lack of style, Ma,
Is that fun or just your lack of style?
Can I sit somewhere else, not with you, Ma,
Can I sit somewhere else, not with you,?
Can I leave just as soon as we’re through, Ma,
Can I leave just as soon as we’re through?
Do you have to embarrass me, Ma,
Do you have to embarrass me?
Oh I just cannot wait to break free, Ma,
Oh I just cannot wait to break free!
Mother to Son
Yes I’m wearing these pants for a joke, Son,
But I fear that the joke is on you,
For though you won’t live by my rules, Son,
You cannot control what I do.
When I told you that you shouldn’t smoke, Son,
You defied me and went your own way,
Then I found you were well into dope, Son,
But rebellion’s a game two can play.
Your drug use embarrasses me, Son,
So I thought I’d embarrass you back,
In the hope that you’d want to break free, Son,
Move out and so take your own flack.
When you leave I will be so relieved, Son,
No more coppers or visits to Court,
I can sit back and won’t bale you out, Son,
But let you take the grief when you’re caught.
The bad news is its time to grow up, Son,
I won’t save your skin any more,
Its my turn to break loose and have fun, Son,
Off you go, cheerio, there’s the door!
© Lynne Joyce 27.09.2009