Ruckus
Grandpa called it a “Ruckus”.
If you asked him direct what it was,
He would consider telling you, then not.
However, I do know this about it…
Don’t make one if you can help it.
Stop it if you can, as it gets way out of control.
Everyone wants to know in the end, “Who started it?”
Some will even take the time to ponder, “Why is there or was there one at all?”
“Who made it?” is much like who started it, but the root of things is important.
If you do end up with one, in one or around one…
Try not to; take it with you, if you can leave it home.
They are less messy that way and don’t involve outsiders so much.
Yet they eat a lot, if you have them as pets.
They bite, your nails and theirs.
If left to their own way of thinking the word, “sharing” takes on new meaning.
Small things missing, then larger….and...
This could result in the sale of your furnishings to pay for party supplies.
Rental of your house when you are on vacation, without your knowledge.
Soon you find you are shut out, due to lease restrictions,
and someone else is living in your home altogether.
The key here is to listen closely to Grandpa,
when he …
Did or does not reply.
There is a lot said in very little.
Ruckus, good rarely, often scary.
Fun for all, if kept small.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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