Love thy neighbours then choose one

My mother was a lady of skilful wealth
She used to shop in Harrod’s,right from the shelf
She stole China tea as it’s good for the health
Mother had a most peculiar sense of self.

She liked to study the far stars and moon,
So many dark nights were spent in gloom
Yet for her husband it was a sort of boon,
As her presence spread a feeling of deepest doom.

She ran away one day with cunning stealth
Society blamed her diminished sense of self
She’d met a young man whom she called Ralph.
Who gave her many children of whom I’m the twelfth.

So,remember, the moral of my tale is none.
Love thy neighbours,then choose one.
He’ll give you some daughters and some sons
Hence providing happiness for everyone.