Toy Isle
The department store was busy tonight, and
as I approached the toy isle, mercy, what a sight.
Toys on the floor, torn out of the box,
parents unconcerned, all I could do was watch.
Kids playing happily with their new found joy,
papers, and boxes scattered all over the store.
Screaming, and hollering, tears, and snot,
a mad house for sure, these sweet little tots.
Red faced daddies, trying to sneak away,
while pitching a fit, in the floor their child lay.
Clerks trying desperately, to straighten the mess,
but to no avail, these kids were putting them to the test.
I just stood there, and watched for awhile,
while in the buggies, their favorites were piled.
If you get depressed, and need a good laugh,
find the toy isle, but steer clear of the crash.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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