The sign at the door should have a cutesy saying on it
something like making memories
instead of caution / hard hat only / danger zone
it should contain a pleasant excuse of some sort
that relies on a list of facts
like one:
children reside here
And two:
A couple of them are kind of little
And three:
The older ones are a bit lazy
and four:
That I am not a maid
and five:
We’re too busy living in our house
to clean it
that we are making memories
forget that they come
from electronic sources and independent ventures
busy sounds much cuter so I’d rather stick with that and
I’d probably like the sign to have a mop and a bucket
or a broom and a vacuum on it
to imply that we do in fact
own these items
and the words would be shaped
from the whimsy of a human
whose crafting level
is above 1 percent
which is 2 percent lower than mine
but i don’t have the time
gifted are the creators of such signs
that hold tongues
that keep me from having to sell explanations to guests
like some timeshare spooler
waxy car
grease haired guy
and I’m tempted to buy one
from a little store with a big shore
pic on their website
because the jpegs are familiar to me
even though the mailing address
reads west of Kansas
the seagulls and nautilus
sand and starfish
sing that the shop owners are creatively
appropriate
that these people know what they’re doing
to get a bite and
I want to buy
that weathered sign
the one that would match our home
to put on the porch
but the problem
the one that cannot be ignored is
I can’t
find space
for it
‘round my door
Comments (2)
Awww, what a wonderful poem! I loved it!
Lol, this made me chuckle! Loved your awesome poem!