Me Mudder!

When me prayers were poorly said

Who tucked me in me widdle bed

And spanked me till me ass was red,

Me Mudder!

Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not,

 


Me Mudder! 

And when the morning light would come

And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,

Me Mudder!

Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,



Me Mudder! 
 

Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me shit,

Me Mudder! 

 

When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peek
Who yelled at me to go to sleep,

Me Fadder!

 I hope this keeps ya

giggling all day
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Written by theFerkel

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Janice Pfluge Cain

Is this an old German poem? I remember certain parts of it from my father, especially the part where she takes me from my warm warm cot and puts me on the cold cold pot…his parents were 1st and 2nd generation Swiss Germans.

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