Buzz buzz go the jet ski's,
Chug chug go the glass bottomed boats,
The speedboats race leaving a long white flume,
The water bubbles from the pool aerator.
There's all of the beautiful people who stride around like posers,
There's the strange body shapes that just let it all hang out.
There's the floats and the balls,
There's the parents warning calls.
Children learn to swim from side to side,
You can see their parents so full of pride.
In 2016 when I bought my town house,
one of my first visitor's was my ex-spouse.
He wanted me prepared for life's breaks and knocks,
so he gifted me my very first tool box..
I never acquired these skills in our long marriage he was the fixer,
and I never felt disparaged.
A hammer comes in handy and pliers too, but
what is a lever supposed to do?
I own an "adjust and flow aerator", which I'm not using now
and never will later.
There's a pair of clippers way too sharp for my hair.
If I need some snippers there are beauty shops here..
If I'm suddenly threatened and fearful of my life,
I'll pull out my non-functioning exacta knife.
He also included a package of white grease, which
came with cautions, does he want me deceased?
Some tools now sit idle in there neat canvas case as
I'll always hire a handyman when needed at my place.
Psalm a la Moms
To a tyke, Mom could be creator,
Tasty milk, tears & hurts aerator,
Mother Goose wisdom comfort,
Hugs do scary dreams & boogeymen, be short,
Lullaby & "Tucking In" bring on sleep,
'Til morning rays make staying in bed steep,
Much to mom's much desired rest disarray,
This is why Mom's Day is! A meager pay!
Where is dad in all of this?
Why dad enables mom & without him, "Alas!"
Look around, See? Observe the Birds & the Bees,
Mom is no less a maestro, as we, in His symphonies!