Inspired by Car Talk
September 20, 2022 at 12:23 p.m.
Pat D'Amico, Northwest Prime Time's Light Verse contributor in what she calls her "natural habitat" --
her easy chair.
...by Pat D'Amico
LISTEN TO YOUR SAINTED MOTHER
And do not slam the door.
Pick up all your toys--
Or you won’t get any more.
Wash behind your ears
And dry between your toes.
Comb your hair and brush your teeth
And never pick your nose.
Don’t kick or bite or burp out loud
Or antagonize your brother.
And always you must listen
To your sainted mother.
Go back and change that dress.
I doubt if you can take a breath.
Your ribs are under stress.
So cover up. Put on some clothes.
Your pleading will not swerve us.
The fashion may be cutting edge
But it makes your father nervous.
Don’t chew gum. Don’t slouch or sprawl.
These words aren’t meant to smother.
It’s important that you listen
To your sainted mother.
Please put back the seat.
I’d like my rear to end up near
Where feet and pedals meet.
Kindly leave your skin
The way that God intended.
Stop and think since tattoo ink
Cannot be amended.
Listen to your inner voice
And if I have my druther,
This voice of wisdom, you’ll derive
From your sainted mother.
Avoid the boozy blasts.
A pickled brain cannot retain
Anything that lasts.
If your money’s running short,
It’ll do no good to try
To hit up Mom and Dad again--
The well is running dry.
Someday you’ll have children
And one way or another
You’ll tell them they must listen
To their sainted mother.
PARENTAL ASSISTANCE
Here is my laptop.
I’ve messed up again.
I pointed and clicked
And that is right when
All of my programs
Refused to respond.
Now I must call on
The parent child bond.
Please, will you fix it—
Pull out all the stops
And think of the time
When you were laptops.
* * *
Now it’s time for retribution.
When faced with misbehavior,
They’re in charge of the solution.
When things start getting testy,
I put on my coat and hat.
And just before I reach the door,
I say, “Good luck with that!”
* * *
“She’s breathing all my air!”
“He’s hogging more than half the room!”
“Am not!” “Are too!” “No fair!”
Their mother says she’ll stop the car
And they’ll get what is coming.
Grandma zips her lips
But déjà vu is softly humming.
* * *
The grandkids are here;
Filling our hearts up
With love, hope and cheer.
There go the tail lights.
We’re pooped and need rest—
Can’t decide if the heads
Or the tails are the best.
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