Poem my mom
TOE-MAY-TOE, TOE-MAH-TOE
She often introduced herself and me
to new people saying:
she was born in Chicago,
and Steve was born in New York,
and we met in California.
True enough,
and you could hear it when we spoke.
She illustrated this by asking me
(when guests or friends were present)
to count; so I did
one – two - three – faw
Oh, how she loved to jump on that “faw.”
And we had other differences –
a life-long teasing back and forth
over “mirror” and “orange.”
She said meer, I said mir-rer,
She said oar-nj, I said ah-rinj.
Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe
Poe-tay-toe, poe-tah-toe
Let's call the whole thing off – NOT!!!