Mom is a kleptomaniac.
She steals shiny baubles
from the jewelry counter at Sears.
She can’t afford
but has plenty of
different colored handbags
to match every outfit.
She doesn’t do yard work.
Instead of roses and tulips
has weeds and poison ivy
Taking things is her way of
Especially now that they‘re saying
he’s got that old-timers disease.
So Sis, watch her
the next time we go shopping
just don’t tell her you know.
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