When mothers go to war
Raised voices, hyperventilating breath
Taint this morning aura
Invectives, shouted with hurt intended
Rend color to a wordy conflict
Before blows are struck and
The tongues speed is deemed not swift enough
Wrappers get better tightened or shed for
Sagged knickers of bulbous hue
When flurry hands react to quickness of tongue
Ill fastened wrappers go flying
Oops! Stretch marks bear witness to
A middle aged parody of
What should be youthful partaking
Laughter, wild and sarcastically humorous
Greets exposure of bare flesh
Shame flies in the face of points lost
Hands make for grabs again and
Exposed flesh bore more witness to
A mothers early morning frenzy
For today our mothers went to war
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