MY MOM

We snapped the poor tree

The boss turned beet-red

He sent two new guys

"Go with them," he said

We stopped off for lunch

His jokes made us groan

You know who else would rather be alone?

We souped up the cart

The cop waved us through

We bowled and played games

We felt like a crew

Then "your mom" jokes flew

He lost all his cool

You know who else just broke the golden rule?

The ground split in two

That truck sealed our fate

His bro held a pic

We kissed it, then ate

It was his bare butt

That photo was sick

You know who else fell for that stupid trick?

You know who else got sick of his dumb shtick?