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Mom took me to the Mall

to buy cloths for the school

but i was rather silly,

in fact i was a fool.



Instead of holding on

to mommies outstretched hand.

I kept letting it go

and in trouble i did land.



Before the escalator

i gave a stifled yawn

and in a millisecond

my mommy she was gone.



The crowd enveloped me,

then without a doubt.

I found myself alone

and gave a cry and shout.



With all the noise i made

the staff soon knew my plight,

and i was taken up

to an office out of sight.



Where i was asked my name

and then i said my age,

told they would find my mom

with just a simple page.



So i was reassured,

"don"t worry little Mike,

but we have to ask

what" your mommy like?"



"Big cocks and whisky sours"

our little Mike replied.

The staff all burst out laughing

the Manager, he just sighed.