Your Mother God

Flowers are pretty,
So is your mom,
Sometimes I like,
To look at her bum.

Oh sometimes I think,
About last night,
Your mom was so good,
It felt so right.

Please help me lord,
I do not know why,
The stench of your mom,
Makes me cry.

Give her a douche,
Or something that smells good,
So she no longer smells,
Like tuna should.

I would do her all night,
If she smelt a little better,
I would smile more often,
It would make me wetter.

God I pray you help me,
With this one thing,
Make her smell like flowers,
Make your fat mother sing.

*I would really appreciate it if you left a comment. This poem is very dear to me and it may seem funny to you but I'm very serious about it. It warms my heart when I read it, when I wrote it at first I was crying, this poem, I consider to be my best work.