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