urban turban

Oh the urban turban man
Lived inside the golden sand
Wrapped in turban silk and soft
Sleeping in his royal loft

No homework or lessons to do
Or make reports with paper glue
Never has to do any chore
But sleep and doze and snooze and snore

Never has to eat broccolis
Or carrots and cabbage and round little peas
Or worry about that dentist Dan
How lucky is urban turban man.

So One day I went to see his face
And asked him if I could take his place
He did say yes with all his grace
And wrapped me with a silken lace.

And now that I am in his place
Doesn’t feel so full of grace
Its kinda crummy to be this dummy
When all the people call you Mommy!