Your Mom is My Mom, but We Have Different Dads - The crappy poets society
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"Your Mom is My Mom, But We Have Different Dads"
A poem by The Crappy Poets Society. When we say mommy, we mean the same thing,
But my daddy is a French tailor, and your father is a king.
Mom gets around, and has very fertile eggs, She also has a problem with keeping closed
her legs. I wish our family reunions were easier to
understand, We have so many brothers we could start a
marching band. Our mom likes your dad better, I can see it
in her eyes, And if that wasn't truth enough- there's no
lying from her thighs. Your mom is my mom, but we have different
dads, We've known it was true since we were little
lads. Our first clue was the color of our skin,
Looking at us, you'd have no idea we're next of kin.
And if that wasn't enough, your ginger hair was our red flag,
That you were conceived in a castle, and I'm the result of a shed ***.
Your mom is my mom, but we have different dads,
But no matter what our origin, we'll always be comrades.
