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Thankful for Your Hands
Mom always wanted me to get something done.
She wanted to teach me to do it myself.
“You're a lazy, crazy child,” she would say.
Mom always complained I never got anything done.
Mom would then pull me by the ear.
Mom would definitely threaten to spank my rear.
She got smart or at least found how to be smarter.
She got this idea in her head.
She found a way to make it fun.
“You are going to get it done.”
“You are going to do it yourself.”
“You are going to break it down into parts.”
At first I thought it was stupid.
Second thought was I just want her off my back.
Thirdly there was no thought other than breaking it down.
It really worked.
Little too well you did say.
Over time I dialed back the wackiness.
Just for you.
Hence, my love, going to show you how to carve this great big turkey.
Next, my sweet treat, going to show you how to eat the parts of the bird.
Lastly, my honey bun bunny, going to show you how to get out of doing dishes.
Heh, what's that over there?
She wanted to teach me to do it myself.
“You're a lazy, crazy child,” she would say.
Mom always complained I never got anything done.
Mom would then pull me by the ear.
Mom would definitely threaten to spank my rear.
She got smart or at least found how to be smarter.
She got this idea in her head.
She found a way to make it fun.
“You are going to get it done.”
“You are going to do it yourself.”
“You are going to break it down into parts.”
At first I thought it was stupid.
Second thought was I just want her off my back.
Thirdly there was no thought other than breaking it down.
It really worked.
Little too well you did say.
Over time I dialed back the wackiness.
Just for you.
Hence, my love, going to show you how to carve this great big turkey.
Next, my sweet treat, going to show you how to eat the parts of the bird.
Lastly, my honey bun bunny, going to show you how to get out of doing dishes.
Heh, what's that over there?
There's a nice sentiment here. The first two stanzas seem to set up what will be a thematic repetition but it doesn't continue. And the second also seems to set up a rhyme scheme that doesn't continue, so be wary of creating expectations like that. I think the idea is that the narrator's mother taught him to do things for himself, so that later on, when he's married, he's carried hat philosophy on and is doing everything he can for his spouse. That's the nice way of interpreting it. The bad way is that the honey-bun is his mother. The even worse way (and the only sense I can make of the last line) is that this is a Psycho situation.