We were doing the walking,
Although she was doing the talking,
She certainly wasn't Joking
I felt her voice was like a frog Croaking.
And then she started to yell,
That even scared the churches bell,
Couple of tiles from a building fell,
My ears got the taste of hell.
Then all the people around gave me a stare,
As if I were a colourful mare,
I was too embarrassed not to care,
And all my pride got a tear.
Like a person who's just been bailed,
My face was getting smaller and paled,
These women always get me nailed,
This time it's my mom, just b'cos I failed.
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