Question

My Mother is not the sort of Mum

Who'll squeal and faint and shiver,

Darkness doesn't scare her,

When it thunders, she won't quiver




When I decide to play up

She fixes me with a stare,

One flashing look from her big eyes,

And I just don't care to dare




So it was with shock, one morning,

When I woke up from a dream,

To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,

Let out a high-pitched scream!




I raced to see her perched up high,

Upon the kitchen sink,

Squealing like a baby bat,

Right on the edge, the brink.




I asked her what the matter was,

Had the pressure cooker burst?

Or had the oven scorched her hand?

I did expect the worst!




She whimpered like a baby,

And pointed to a mouse,

That had the gall and temerity,

to enter into our house!



I picked a broom and shooed at it,

I chased it to the hall.

I almost whacked it sharply,

for driving Mummy up that wall




But it was quick and cunning

And soon gave me the slip,

It vanished in the hallway,

into the garden skip.




I ran into the kitchen,

And helped my Mummy down,

Trembling like an autumn leaf,

She wore a frightened frown.




'I don't like mice,' she whispered,

Her big eyes round with fear,

I felt like super heroes do,

So glad that I was near!




I told her not to worry,

With the mice I was at war,

I promised her that she'd be safe,

For that's what children are for!







what is the rhyme scheme of this poem ☝☝☝​

Answer 1

In this poem the writer talks about his mother who is not frightened of anything but one day he was in shock to hear his mum's frightened scream he rushed to her and saw her on the edge on the kitchen sink he asked what was the matter she pointed towards the mouse, the author picked up a broom and chased the mouse and somehow got it to the garden. he ran into the kitchen and helped her mom to get down she said she didn't like mice. the author felt like super heroes do and promised her that she'd be safe.

Answer 2

Explanation:

My mother is not the sort of mum