Oh you inflatable, not so biodegradable toys
The bane of my existence and love of my boys
Why do you taunt me with color and style
As we try to pass by at the end of the aisle?
You call me in rings, balls, pools, and moon bounce,
Floats of all shapes for our children to pounce
Yet oft I forget all the trouble and toil
Nary a plan of “quick fun” you’ve not spoiled.
Your nozzles and holes that need endless air
My lungs, a small pump, and a dryer for hair.
Lightheaded, dizzy, simply a flake.
The children are asking, “how long can this take?”
I press my lips firmly against vinyl flesh
And for one small moment our destinies mesh
But this courtship is short, for it simply must be,
My head and ears ringing, my eyes gone blurry.
You cruel, manufactured, filled heap of junk
I think as I close you up tight in the trunk.
Until the next time we meet we’ll not speak,
You giant inflatable toy with a leak.
9 comments:
You're a genius! I love it! You do have Seuss like qualities - you're Christmas poem a few years ago was also AMAZING!
You are so darn creative! Very cute!
I'm feeling gypped that I didn't get the Christmas poem--this Seuss one is awesome. =)
We have a pump that plugs into the car lighter. It's loud and obnoxiously slow, but at least the kids can sit and stare at it instead of at me while they're waiting. Oh yes, the tortures of parenthood . . .
my, your hidden talents! very impressive- inflatable items are impossible! the included patches never work. but they're so much fun for that wee moment!
BRAVO! And so true! I can feel myself getting dizzy just reading it.
BTW, that last comment is from Lara. That's what happens when your family calls you one thing and everyone else another.
That was beautiful. Brought a tear to mine eye.
good show April. thats what I like to see.
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