Gymkhana

Gymkhana

I called my mother and told her I missed her
She rang off saying she was short of time
Whereas you can cope, the horse cannot.
She had to be off to get on with her life.

I sent her a book so that she could learn
Giving was, this time, all my turn.
She read the script and decided I'd
Preformed a malicious act,
To manipulate her, get her back.

I sent her a card and a poem saying that I loved her
She replied saying that it was all very well and true,
But what did I expect her to do? She returned my mail
Instructing me, to get on and forget her.