Momzie- Mini-g

Hello my fellow class mates who are aptly proving their worth by exemplifying the much needed class unity. This is just a small attempt at swaying the eerie winds, that are plaguing our blog these days, out of sight. Hope this brings an end to a disastrously cold prickly-ish winter to an end a much awaited spring shines on us!
So here we go....

Momzie

Have you ever imagined the Giant squib whine?
Step into my world:
Hear my mother- the monk at work in her sacred shrine!

Have you ever found them annoying- the squeaking crickets?
Well, witness this:
My mum barking, faster than what sound could travel, her pricking epithets!

If you thought efficiency was at its peak with Mc Enroe’s half volley,
Think again, I insist:
My mum’s proficiency at tearing my flesh apart for each flaw and folly!

On this, even at the sight of her shadow one might want to flee,
But trust me- she’s the BEST.
When it’s dark all around, it’s the divine light she sheds that I see.

For sowing these naughty poetic seeds, ugly fruits I might reap,
Yet, I pray to God:
Every night she’s the one by my side whom I could cuddle and sleep.