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Thread #59418   Message #1008361
Posted By: Rapparee
26-Aug-03 - 10:40 AM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
A Classic Poem to Celebrate This Mother:

Mother's Troubles

Mother with children all the while,
Tired and weary, she'll hardly smile;
Working so hard, she's nearly sick,
The children's noise to stamp and kick.

Her nerves so weak she cannot bear
Their weeping cries to rock the chair;
Husband at home, so cross he speaks,
Aside she steps and there she weeps.

'Tis then she'll wish she ne'er was born,
For life seem dark and all forlorn;
But when their fret and all is over,
Happy they'll feel like pigs in clover.

    from From Cradle to the Grave (Ionia, MI: Dr. William Fuller, 1888), p. 14.

And to celebrate, tonight the Idaho Regiment will fire a salute of 1,000 guns, mostly into the air and mostly loaded with blanks.