There is a mindful method to my play,
An order by which all toys must abide.
Each precious friend I dutifully lay
On window’s ledge all lined up side by side.
Come witness sublime symmetry, revealed
By plastic faces, smiling and agog.
My great achievement’s ripe for wide appeal,
If not for that obtruder of a dog!
Usurping hound! The artless cretin fouls
My fair array with dripping tongue a-wag
And tail a-swish, whose mouth forever howls
At joggers passed, covering all with shag.
The day is lost! My pattern is no more!
I swoon to writhe in anger on the floor.
Written in July 2020.
comedy, everyday life, parenthood, rhyming, short, sonnet, toddler sonnets
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