Reflections on Daughterhood
“Be wary of men bearing bagels,”
My mother would often warn me,
“Although they may make you feel thankful,
Such gifts are quite often not free.”
If only my youthful ears listened Alas! I believed I knew better, My morals were frequently loosened By an Xs- and Bagels-signed letter.
I’d smile for a boy serving sesames, I’d wink at a guy wielding wheats, Before long, men were undressing me By baiting me with blueberry treats.
But my heart only fell for one Romeo Who made me forget all the rest, His sweet onion bagel aroma Awakened true love in my breast.
In nine months I found myself natal, And our daughter drove him away, “Be wary of men bearing bagels,” I oftentimes tell her today.
If only my youthful ears listened Alas! I believed I knew better, My morals were frequently loosened By an Xs- and Bagels-signed letter.
I’d smile for a boy serving sesames, I’d wink at a guy wielding wheats, Before long, men were undressing me By baiting me with blueberry treats.
But my heart only fell for one Romeo Who made me forget all the rest, His sweet onion bagel aroma Awakened true love in my breast.
In nine months I found myself natal, And our daughter drove him away, “Be wary of men bearing bagels,” I oftentimes tell her today.
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01 2009
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