Oh, not another

Sappy poem about a mother,

How original,

I bet you're going to tell me

You don't know what you'd do without her,

She's smart, you never doubt her,

And she does so much for you,

How sweet, how keen,

Not interesting,

But if she wasn't here

I don't know if I'd be,

When I'm at dad's 

I always feel sad,

And she always helps revive me,

Why don't you end it nice and sentimental?

If she wasn't here my life would be detrimental,

intolerable, brutal, lethal,

How sweet,

and everyone repeat