Shoes in the kitchen,
Jeans on the floor,
Basketballs lying at the back door
Living room carpet shows signs of wear.
The fridge and the cupboards are constantly bare.
The toilet seat's up, it's stuck that way.
The sports on TV blare all day.
Racetracks, footballs, all kinds of toys
How did you guess, I'm the mother of boys.
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