God knows how I love my boys, he also knows I loathe their toys. Little legos and wooden trains, always causing trips and sprains. I grab a bag and silently creep, throwing sh*t out while they sleep. Careful placement a siren blares, I slowly back out tripping on chairs. Stealth mode isn't stealth at all, as I pull ninja moves but somehow fall. The littlest rises up with a smile, "Mommy, is that my crocodile?" Of course I cower and hand it over, Through clumsiness I've blown my cover. Feeling like the Grinch with the whos, I dump the bag out and tend to the bruise. I guess I just won't get my way, those toys will be my death one day!
hahaha brilliant!!! the stealth tactics that fail! getting rumbled by the far too observant kids - you're not getting them toys!! not until they're collecting dust in an attic in many years to come!! great humour! couplets perfect choice for it! nice, nice, nice!!!
I know your feeling. My daughter are home with two boys of 2 years old and 19 months. I must turn the light on anywhere I walk or break my neck. A very good poem. I agree with the ending.
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Haha, this poem made me giggle, especially when the mother was caught. I know my mom has thrown away my stuffed animals before. I was always pretty miffed to find out a beloved of mine was missing.
I love this! I love how it is funny but you can get the seriousness as well. You made it both and did it well! I love the ninja part! I thought this was very clever and unique! I absolutely love it! Great poem!
This is such a funny and brilliant piece of writing!
I have a niece and nephew so I understand the "lingo" of the toys. That was quite genius!!
Oh I just love this poem! Such a funny piece!
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