2 middle-aged mothers 

Taking a few hours off

The brunettes coat arms

Trailing from her bum to the floor

Shoulder to wrist 

But

If her son 

Left his coat like this…

Oh she would moan

She would complain about the cost 

And the dirt and how she does so much

She would mutter put your coat up

Hang it on the back of the chair 

Not dragging around in this muck

But here she is

With little care 

She doesn’t have to play the role of mum tonight

And her friend 

With blonde hair 

Is cackling between sips of wine