Concoctions
where poetry and boyhood intersect
I mixed together dish soap and colored water, to make some bubble blower.
But spilled it on the kitchen floor.
I guess we'll just have to walk slower.
I blended grass, dirt, and water to create a tube of sludge.
I left it on my desk to leak.
Now my wall has a giant smudge.
I combined vinegar and baking soda, to watch the fizzy overflow.
The carpet soaked up most of it.
Where the rest went no one knows.
I dropped Mentos in a bottle of Coca-cola to observe the fountain spray.
But since I did these things indoors,
Mom says it's clean-up day.
I like to make concoctions,
Mom says I like to make a mess.
Everything I combine seems to put her patience to the test.
Concoctions teach me many things. I like to mix and explore.
Mom says one thing I have yet to learn is they don't belong indoors.
About the Creator
LittleWrenWrites
aka. Adele Pena
Short Stories, Poetry, & Prose.
Author's Bio & Other Social Site Links: https://mez.ink/littlewrenwrites
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