Three mothers of health, thinking of themselves the fairest,
sits on a bench, arguing over which son's the finest
The first coughs, "You know, my son loves me so much he sends me flowers every Shabbos."
she says as she gives her hair a toss!
Another spoke "You call that love? My son calls me every day!"
Yet she looks to the back, sways her eyes to the left as she leans for a bite of food on her tray!
"That's nothing," says the third woman. "My son is in therapy five days a week. And the whole time, he talks about me!"
And all laughed, hugged. After all they were siblings, waiting in line to take a pee...
(The star of david symbol just symbolizes that this poem isn't suppose to be for bad or rude intentions but a poem of friendship and fun)
