Little thought,
few words,
you,
overheard,
like a bull,
in a China shop,
that won't stop,
and it cannot be forgot,
because your voice,
it shatters the peace and quiet,
and I find it quite absurd,
quite absurd,
that you could be so uncouth,
and so uneducated,
and rude to your child,
yes, you,
the angry one,
the belittling one,
the woman shouting at your son,
upsetting him,
and making the tears run,
making them run, run, and run,
and you seem to delight in them,
and of them make fun,
oh, what a mother you have become,
what a mother upsetting your only son,
in front of everyone,
you of little thought.