Cacophony of Boys
A poem describing my chaotic home
Knock-Knock Tap-Tap
Dog yaps, toddler yaps
Toilet seat squeaks, Mom speaks
“Honey, get the door!”
Dog barks, toddler barks
Headphones off, Dad coughs
“I’m working, dear!”
Dog yelps, toddler yelps
Mom wipes, Mom gripes
“Boys, get the door!”
Downstairs TV blares, boys stare
Toilet flushes, teen shushes
“Quiet! What Mom?”
Doorbell chimes, boys climb
Dog whines, toddler signs
“Open”
Mom stands, washes hands
Boys shuffle, boys scuffle
“Let me open the door.”
Six hands grab, open doorknob
Dried hands, Mom commands
“Sit, Dog. Stay.”
Dog growls, toddler howls
Neighbor boys’ voices blend
“Our ball is in the backyard.”
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