Worry Wart

Mom's a major worrier,
she's a little too afraid.
She's constantly ready
with a million Band-aids.

I don't take risks -
well, not too many.
I didn't gulp a quarter,
it was only a penny.

When I broke my ankle,
it wasn't my fault.
I just used a curtain rod
to practice pole vault.

Mom's over-protectiveness
is beyond reason.
She's making me contemplate
committing family treason.

Now when I leave home,
I look like a fruit!
Mom's making me wear
a bubble-wrap suit.