tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555516329392912719.post-91075451202175809612007-03-31T04:38:00.000Z2008-05-13T00:52:07.441Z2008-05-13T00:52:07.441ZMama - Vida AyitahMy Mama said to me<br />Go out and find a man<br />And bring me grandkids<br /><br />I went to the marketplace<br />They sell everything<br />But no man was for sale<br /><br />I took the bus <br />To the next town; where I heard men were in abundance<br />But alas! Each one was already taken<br /><br />So I came home to Mama<br />And said: I didn’t find any man<br />She said I didn’t look hard enough<br /><br />So I went out one night<br />To the nightclub; where lights go amber and glitzy <br />My eyes danced and danced!<br /><br />So many men!<br />I wonder why I never came here<br />Why nobody told me…<br /><br />So I brought the gentleman home<br />And gave Mama two grandkids<br />Which indeed made her happy<br /><br />Mama said to bring her grandkids<br />She didn’t ask that I find true love... a nice man<br />Who wouldn’t leave after a few years<br /><br />So many cold nights I’ve known now<br />So many empty mornings... spent alone in gloom<br />Who wants to love a dry, withered old woman<br />Who has two ugly bastards?<br /><br />Poor Mama, who needed grandkids<br />And thought<br />Thought I met the father in a church!Rob Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06507320627534702508email.rob.taylor@gmail.com