those who weren’t sent under by our president’s deep dive.

And sorry, too, to any mothers out there who lost sons,

whether it’s to tiny germs or giant army guns.

Would have liked to send out to the store and get some flowers,

but, for reasons unforeseen, they’re keeping summer hours.

Would have loved to buy her the best chocolates or a car,

but she’ll have to settle for Airwick and a Mars bar.

Special wishes also to those mothers who are nurses.

For your work, may you all be rewarded with fat purses.

And mothers who have lost their jobs or teaching kids at home,

may love and patience get you through this time of Blunder Dome.