There’s a silly noodle on my plate,
It won’t be picked up or cooperate.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
There’s a silly noodle on my plate,
It won’t be picked up or cooperate.
When I wake up and seek to sew my dreams,
Together my heart and mind has understood.
I’ll pump my family home as I desire.
It’s all consuming but this mum is on fire.