Poetry today on the last Thursday in March. Our hosts, Pam, and her kitties, Teddy and Angel Sammy, at Two Spoiled Cats, gave us this photo last week for today’s inspiration:
Here’s my poem:
Staged
Party for one on the living room floor,
the parents are pooped: they can’t ‘hang’ any more.
Their energy is sapped,
it’s a bad time for a nap.
Apple juice with a straw in a wine glass, no less.
Goldfish and cookies and toys, what a mess.
Of course, it’s staged: see Dad’s little grin.
Playtime’s over, guys, let the clean-up begin.
~These Days Of Mine~
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