Crazy boys
Lots of toys
Tons of noise
Who needs poise?
Look for dirt
Or lack of shirt
Or someone hurt
A doe eyed flirt.
Lego Mom, Sports Mom
Fun Mom, Music Mom
Busy Mom
Where is Mom?
Movie land
Rock Band
Don’t throw sand
Give me your hand.
Lots of balls
And some falls
Mamas wrapped in their shawls
Please no malls
Lots of fun
Let’s go run
Water gun
Please don’t shun
Free day
Go play
Water day
Fly away
Many ways
to survive these days
But the best way
Is to pray
I love those crazy boys
About the Creator
Lauren Armstrong
Wife. Mom of 2 boys (1 with ASD/CAS, 1 NT)
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