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Edgar Guest - Mothers` Excuses
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Mother for me made excuses
When I was a little lad;
Found some reason for my conduct
When it had been very bad.
Blamed it on a recent illness
Or my nervousness and told
Father to be easy with me
Every time he had to scold.
And I knew, as well as any
Roguish, healthy lad of ten,
Mother really wasn`t telling
Truthful things to father then.
I knew I deserved the whipping,
Knew that I`d been very bad,
Knew that mother knew it also
When she intervened with dad.
I knew that my recent illness
Hadn`t anything to do
With the mischief I`d been up to,
And I knew that mother knew.
But remembering my fever
And my nervous temperament,
Father put away the shingle
And postponed the sad event.
Now his mother, when I threaten
Punishment for this and that,
Calls to mind the dreary night hours
When beside his bed we sat.
Comes and tells me that he`s nervous,
That`s the reason he was bad,
And the boy and doting mother
Put it over on the dad.
Some day when he`s grown as I am,
With a boy on mischief bent,
He will hear the timeworn story
Of the nervous temperament.
And remembering the shingle
That aside I always threw,
All I hope is that he`ll let them
Put it over on him, too.
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