Camp NaNoWriMo Day 9: The Mom's A Bird Now

Slightly no longer sick now.

"Oh Mother, Mother!" May cried out
stepping out of the room to shout.
"Mother, mother please come near
"I do not like this pig that's here!"

May found her mother sitting still
reading from a book until
the sound of May, running fast
made her jump, afraid, aghast.

"Now why, May, would you enter so,
"and frighten me like Hell below.
"This better be important May.
"You better have some good to say"

"Oh Mother, Mother, listen here.
"That pig is filling me with fear.
"He spoke of mud and dirt and grime
"and filth and muck and gross and slime."

"I do not want to live like that
"I'm not a pig or filthy rat
"All I want to do is play
"I don't know what to do!" said May.

"Well very good!" said Mother, glad
of the conversation had.
"And one more thing, now that you're here,
"One more thing, my daughter dear."

Wishing that she had been warned
May screamed as Mother then transformed --
First head then chest then bottom third --
from Mother form into a bird!

"You need to clean your room, May. SQUACK!"
The bird that once was Mom could talk
just like the Pig. "Oh dear," thought May.
Trying her best to sneak away.

"Stay where you are!" the mom-bird spat
"I shan't have any more of that!
"You'll do what I have told you to
"Go clean your room dear May. Go do!"

May ceased escape and watched the bird
trying to make sense of sense of the absurd
"My room is clean," she said. "So how
"could I clean more of it right now?"

"The bed's not made, your toys are out
"You never vacuum, and I doubt
"those curtains have ever been dusted
"You're lying May, you can't be trusted."

"That really doesn't matter cause
"my bedroom never really was
"a place that other people'd see
​"if they came over, honestly!"