A Rattling Rhyme
A RATTLING RHYME
“Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting
over your lap.” – Doug Larson (and I add laptop or tablet)
WHISPER SWEET NULLS
Up the steps. Here them roar -
here they come with big smiles.
These two brothers at odds
in short race to the door.
Their short grandmother tall,
she leans down to give hugs,
but must wait for the bell -
has great ring - what a ball!
Off fly shoes and then socks
And each boy has one thing
on their mind: to be first
to put thumbs to the box.
Other toys left idle.
They’re no match for the fire
of the games that conspire -
That do whisper sweet nulls.
Off they run once again
after filling their tums.
They do tear off their shirts
off to fight - see who reigns.
The old box - it stays cold
for their sight, it is set
on the same old new games
and the ads that are bold.
Their behinds, they are warm
in their grandmother’s chair
and so likely to say
when bell rings, “it’s not fair!”
They are forced to go home.
There are chores; and some odds
and their ends for their school
but no games! That’s not cool.
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