Mother’s Day is here again,
The second Sunday in May.
I love and respect my Mom so much,
And miss her every day.
Midwest winters brought us snow and ice,
Cold enough to make your eyeballs freeze.
The only ice we have in LA, cools our drinks
In the shade of swaying palm trees.
Sometimes we crave the material things,
Louis Vuitton, Rolex or Pradas.
I don’t have them, but feel just fine,
Cuz they brought me some d*mn fine tostadas!
Friday night is nigh upon us,
And I’m feeling like a little romance.
So move the chairs and clear the floor,
Cause I really GOTTA DANCE!
Ms Funicello has left us.
I’m feeling so sad and forlorn.
Only one way known to feel better,
Beach Blanket Bingo and fresh popcorn!