'Ring Around the Table'

A poem from my son. He asked for it to be posted here.

Alone I stand my eyesight red

With every moment, my rage is fed

I stare and stare and stare and stare and cannot even blink

Angry as I was at that damned cup beside the sink

The no good kids, they spare no thoughts

For their dad, their dear old pops

They leave the cup half full in places

My anger grows when I see their faces

The counter is not the only place, no

They also leave them on the piano

Or any place that they see fit

Any wooden surface, they ruin it

On the nightstand beside the bed

Water off the sides it sheds

On top of the car as we head out the door

When it moves it falls to the floor

As it sits the water flows

Out the sides, the liquid goes

Settling ‘round the bright green cup

Making rings, they never stop

Nate A.

Author's Note

A funny constant argument at our house.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is very telling . . . especially after reading your reply to the review below, suggesting that this expressed intolerance has come about thru conditioning. I've never had kids, but I've watched how other's little quirks become mirrored by their junior's creations. Thank goodness there's nobody around my house to inflict such order on the place! *tee! hee!* I like the wide variety of examples used to paint this word portrait of life around your house. I love that you posted your kid's poem here, despite the reflection on yourself! (((HUGS)))

[James]

They had some fun with it. One of my many everyday rants is cups making neat little rings on all the furniture. You can see how serious they take me.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Ring Around the Table'
James,
I suppose any fluid; drinks, soup, soda, juice, water...and who knows what else is capable of dripping out and on things. Yikes! I really understand the dilemma. As an adult I see a few rings on my living room coffee tabel that I wish were not there. I put them there. Oh well We are all just living and I guess the tell tale signs are seen. Thanks for a great poem shared by one of your kids. Very cool!
Blessings,
Kathy

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Awesome! A budding poet you have there. I loved the slice of life and the humor he has through it. Encourage this young one! :)

[James]

Yes, he's a budding something for sure. I guess I'm not very scary when my kids make fun of my rants. Really, though, he's a very talented kid. Thank you for reading.

[Woody]

my my! the kid takes after his dad, that's for sure. funny he should write it from the perspective of his dad. but then maybe not! it's a caricature. I'm sure he had fun writing it.
nice one. particularly cos I'm like you, fastidious. ah, kids!

[James]

The sad part is that he banged that out in ten minutes. I slave over every syllable and have to get a dictionary and thesaurus, he can just throw this stuff out there. They all had a great laugh at it.

[Woody]

kid's talented! my son sometimes scares me. he'd explain incomprehensible things that seem so obvious to him.

[Carolynn]

This reminds me of installing hardwood floors and someone saying "but they scratch and dent - not the best choice" then someone else saying "yes, but every scratch and every dent is a memory imbedded in those boards and one day you'll look back on them and smile" :)

[James]

My son wrote this and asked me to put it here. I guess I rant about cups and wet spots on every surface. Part of the joys of having four children I guess.