Mock Merrimenrt
Mock merriment pervades the aisles
choking on the diapers scent.
Why now! Why me! Why not just pee!
The carriage wheels in clatter mode
protest the weight of toted lode
“I want the frog!” “I want the toad!”
Then!! Heading toward the check out lines
I pass the aisle of “sipping wines”
continuing a mother’s ruse
telling the kids….it’s mommy’s juice.
The kids asleep with Grinche’s mouse
I sprawl across a tinseled couch
to toast the tilting Christmas tree
and close my eyes – it’s ten past three.
John G. Lawless
©12/17/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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