Like light, or atoms split
Or subatomic particles
A quark – and stuff like it
Nothing so defies noesis
Or makes scientists to quit
Than mining out the secrets
Of the average Mother’s spit
Its solvent and degreaser
and adhesive all in one
Its used on hair and face and eyes
On noses when they run
Dissolving peanut butter,
Tar, or makeup all like one
It tames the angry cow licks
Smeared with kleenex or a thumb
It really doesn’t matter
How this substance is applied
Its uses are most varied
Its employments deep and wide
MacGyver wished he had it
When his hands were bound and tied
A thumb’s spread of it handy,
Can all problems override
My Mom would use it everywhere
My memory holds traces
Removing rust from bumpers
Soothing little sunburned faces
It really is ubiquitous
Pops up in oddest places
It truly can be used
In all of life’s most troubling cases
Can’t get hair to stay in place?
(Most oft on little boys)
A dab or two will do the trick
He’s dapper, slick and poised
Got schmutz that’s on your face,
Or clothes, or even on your toys
A crumpled tissue moistened
Will restore your soiled joys
No one is quite certain
With what this substance is infused
The Pentagon and NASA
Fear that it can be abused
The only rule that’s binding
On just how this stuff is used
Is Mom’s alone can wield it
For its powers to be loosed
Hawking had suspected that
Its Matter, dark and light
That make up all the universe
Its length and width and height
Its mass is all comprised of it
He thought he had it right
Cosmologists and Physicists
Agreed with him alright
But looking back upon his youth
He caught a glimpse of it
The truly magic substance
That makes every theory fit
The fabric of the cosmos
Isn’t sewn to perfect fit
The universe is glued up tight
With naught, but Mother’s spit
For my Mom Lillian Ferguson
Mother’s Day 2K11 / Love Reid