Mother Trouble

Bill Board Butcher

Has sliced up his mum

She had tied up his laces

They’d come undone

He had tripped on a screw top

Asleep in the snow

Fell on a boxer

They both came to blows

Depressed and rejected

With nose turned bright blue

He danced on a wireless

Until he fell through

His mother felt angry

And cooked in his hat

Filled his pyjamas

With the grease of a cat

So he lifted his mother

Onto the block

Cut her to pieces

Then into his wok

His mother was tasty

For he cooked her quite slow

And after he’d eaten

He painted his toes