My Mother
My mother is a bright red lipstick
She is a sparkly little bouncy ball
She is a bowl of home made lasange
She is a loud brass band at the galaday
She is a ferarri zooming down a motorway
She is a large glass of Chiraz
She is a bright summers day
She is a control freak
She is a horror film, watched in a dark room
She is a pair of brand new shoes
She is a busy night club on a Saturday night
She is a comfy pair of slippers after a long, hot bath
And that's why I love her!
