GROUNDED FOR LIFE
I've never seen mom so
mad as yet
the day I flushed the
dead hamster down the toilet.
Her face contorted from a
beloved mother into a rat
and I feared retaliation
from old sparky, the baseball bat.
"Get me the
plunger," she did demand
and quick as the
roadrunner it was in her hand.
"The other end if
you don't mind"
"This is to unplug
from behind!"
And a plunging and a
pushing she set to work
a clank, bash, dink, and
a quirk.
All the plunging
lodged Lucky further into the drain.
"Get me a bulldozer,
a plumber, or a crane!"
"We have none of the
above," I said.
"Another peep out of
you and I'll use your head!"
And grabbing the pliers
she started to turn
The pipe gurgled, burped,
and churned.
Water burst from every
leak
Mother got soaked from
head to feet.
A giggle itched deep in
my belly
rolling, turning,
bumbling like green jelly.
Mad as a bee mom grabbed
for a knife.
"Keep laughing and
you'll be grounded for life!"
She thrust the cleaver
into the bowl
for one valiant attempt
to dislodge Lucky from the hole.
"I give up,"
screamed mother!!!
"Where's the yellow
pages, I need a plumber!"
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