I take care of my childen and I sometimes get aches
Before they go to bed I feed them pancakes
I'm unlucky I pray all the time
So I sometimes like to do a little rhyme
She reads mine I read hers
Mine has very strong words
I'm through
Out the door my husband goes, clothes, records and shoes
He comes back saying sorry
The same story
He leaves and comes back
But then it ends with a whack
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