A Poem. By Henry.

My mom is funny
My mom is nice
My mom is loving
My mom is caring

She has good jokes
She is a good gardener
She cleans a lot
She makes the best mac & cheese and mashed potatoes
She brought me soup in a thermos at school when I had my tooth pulled

I love her a lot
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Somebody's getting mac & cheese with a side of potatoes for dinner tonight.

Some of what he said is true enough. The part about bringing him soup in a Thermos, anyway. A more brutally realistic poem would read:

My mom is funny. Not funny ha-ha, but funny strange.
My mom is nice after a few glasses of wine
My mom is loving, unless you've tracked chicken/dog shit into the house
My mom is caring. She really cares about bedtimes and chicken/dog shit in the house

She is the worst joke-teller in the world
She is a mediocre gardener at best (if it wasn't for all the bugs and dirt, she could be good)
She makes good mac & cheese and mashed potatoes (but not as good as Aunt Kimmy's)

She brought me soup in a thermos because she didn't want me whining about how hungry I was all day.

I love her a lot (that's my favorite part, and it's way true)