O What A Bad Mother Am I, Am I

I'm a Maternal Failure! What does it take?
A single sweet mouthful of shop-purchased cake.
A bite of my wholemeal toast spread with red jam,
Or salt-preserved soup heated up from a can.

I'm a Very Bad Mammy! You know that it's true
Because my baby sucked on a bottle or two
And she wore polyester, not once, but twice
(Though the general consensus is she looked very nice).

I'm a flop, I'm a sinner, I'm a no-earthly-good
I feed the poor infant the wrong kinds of food
And I give her the wrong kind of cure for her bugs
But she still runs towards me when I ask for a hug.