Love those...

Children of the sky,
How they do fly,
In such a way that makes,
The other children of,
The Great Mother Gaia,

SMILE, BABY, SMILE!
Let your heart with love quake!

For today it's not just what mama's need,
But what they want,
Let it be their pleasure!
May it be both Tame and Wild!
Make a local bishop, blush and smile,

And may your Mother's Day,
Be nothing less than real,
Filled with hug-kisses, love's lips,
And chocolate covered nipples,
Maybe a wee bit of Ganja-filled zeal without teething pain,

But pleasure instead,
Maybe put the kids early to bed,
Instructing the one you love,
In the finer points of head,
Just like the knights of old, right after they were wed,

Floating lemon drops high above chimney tops,
As cackling mother High priestesses,
Enjoy flying what was supposed to be a broom,
But in the silliness of magical mama's,
A mop replaced the old vroom broom,

Have fun,
It's you day!
Don't stop,
And if anyone should rain of your parade,
Let then feel the riding crop!

It is your day, magical mama's,
One that you deserve,
On day is not much to expect,
Because in the face of mundane planet's,
You brought to life, babe's of magick,

A World Without The Magical Mama,
Would Be Nothing Less Than Tragic, A Bummer,
Breakfast in bed for them, you guys,
Followed by a multi and a hummer,
Then impress them with the quality of appreciative lumber,

Do I stutter?
Do conceal that love and joy behind the shutters,
Make love to her,
Like she was again seventeen,
As with giving children comes another beauty serene,

This is not a day to be selfish or mean,
Keep your wants this day leashed,
And make it special,
Kapeesh?

Dammit Janet! To live and not love is disease,
So if you please,

Live this and every day, in wondah,
In awe of histories gorgeous Mama's!

You dig?

Happy Mother's Day!!

Namaste,
The Faery King..