In thigh-high, noir, pearlized boots, she so pranced;

Around the school’s rundown building well in advance;

To speak with her child’s French teacher Mrs. Kimberly Purth;

However, she was to discern for herself her son’s true worth;

For there’s no doubt she felt like royalty the way she dressed;

In a full-length red fox fur coat, she preferred to be addressed.

The paradox which is paramount to this short tale here on out

Is that this Mother must have been thought a narcissist, no doubt.

Since the students and teachers were mostly on food stamps;

It was unlikely they expected this Mother in Gucci leather pants.

This also made the son wonder why he rarely got a present;

Stuck in the past and recalling a time when life was not pleasant.

Cause this Mother was undoubtedly the center of attention;

Her son feared her moods fervently, something not to mention.

For he was sworn at a very young age, never to speak with others;

About the Ifs, ands or buts regarding the rules made by this Mother.

Including keeping the house spotless & not to enter the kitchen

So, he snuck food to his room after dinner & that was the mission.

This boy had become a man who mostly seemed quite normal;

Although his wife was a cross of a dominatrix and the paranormal.