Mother Tongue

My mother tongue is English

My mother had no need for it

She always had to call me in for supper

And she used a whistle which

Was a little tuneful for the time of day

Like when she called Rhapsody in Blue to me

When I wanted a look for a new

Holding point on the cup of stew that she

Gave to me for breakfast.  I will be

There and here now, for all can see that I

Should be the one who is about to be pulled in

To the side of the road for free-spinning the wheels of chase

For the lot of time that has been forward and so it can be toward the rear

Too.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016