Knocking at Steven’s front door so as to say—
Someone crashed into your parked car, today
On Monday, his hot water heater blew
Next thing he knew, his house was flooding
Next thing I knew, Gramma was enjoying
Double duty play time with Ravi, suggesting
Sleepovers leaving little writing time for
Me based in the fact that Steven’s plumber
Discovered sound reason to call in
A construction crew well seasoned at
Pulling up floors and knocking down walls
Which walls and floors?
Master bathroom floors and walls
Master closet walls and floors—Suggesting
The master bedroom being torn apart, as well
And if you think this post leans toward
Unexpected dizziness, just imagine
Uncovering mold awaiting discovery, causing
Walls to come down, here and there while
Tacks and nails are flying pretty much
Everywhere (to say nothing of water soaked floors
And plaster dust swirling through the air)
Sooo—that suggests my playing with Ravi
Pretty much 24/7 until every person in
Our family (which pulls together like
A well seasoned team) resumes his/her personal life once
Thing One and Thing Two—both of whom
Tire of creating mayhem in Steven’s abode
And as soon as this duo of swirling dervishes hits the road
Guess who’ll get busy changing the locks on
His front door, which, considering
The chaotic bedlam of this past week, seems to be
A very good plan if you ask me
On the other hand, today’s train of thought concerning
Mayhem usurping control over our lives is walking
Straight toward a positive note, yet to be expressed
(No doubt, you know positivity will be forthcoming, next)
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