Exceptional nine months affiliated with
her,
Brought up with love and care
subsequently with the first blink,
For she has scarified all her life, to
bring us on course.
Even so why hate her
For she is mother of You, I and They.
You and I, need sponge to cry with,
Tender love heart to be cared for,
Pampering nature to be played with.
For she has became spongy kit,
A better half caring your heart like
hers,
And meeting the inevitably comrade of
our coddle.
Even so why hate her, for she is
Wife of You, I and They.
A pleasure of companionship is all
men's need,
A privileges of partner in crime is
what men wants,
A need of someone for you to talk
full-length is what men aspire for.
For she has made every doable ways to
be with you,
To walk with you in the pleasure of
your youth-hood
and made time out of busy schedule to
talk all day.
Even so why hate her,
For she is Girl Friend of You, I and
They.
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