I'm splitting "camp commuting" with a neighbor.
Her kids are in a program with my two.
We get to minimize a little labor,
And I hear things I hadn't, hitherto.
The daughter of the neighbor lost a tooth.
She didn't tell her mom - she felt suspicious.
She thought she'd just investigate the truth
(She isn't one for being superstitious),
And put it in the customary place.
She went to sleep. Now I think this is funny,
'Cause I can see th'expression on her face:
She woke up, and there wasn't any money.
And now she's telling ev'ryone she knows,
And smashing up the myths we love the most.
I thought: she'll really keep me on my toes,
The way she turned that fairy into toast.
This afternoon her brother took the lance,
And set his eye on Santa. I was driving,
And let him prattle on. He grabbed his chance,
Made certain there'd be no one left surviving,
And Santa and the Easter Bunny fell.
("They're just a story certain parents tell.")
It all went by so fast. When he was done,
There wasn't any doubt for anyone --
But Santa'd had a pretty decent run.


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And Santa and the Easter Bunny fell.
and topples the mysteries of childhood.
When the mighty myths had fallen!
@Ken: yes.
tril, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. To tell the truth, I enjoyed hearing everything unravel suddenly in the back seat. It was a lucky shot, to be a witness.
Ken, you have hit the nail on the head. I recently ran across this quote by Dr. Seuss: "to be successful it has to sound like you knocked it off on a rainy Friday afternoon. It has to sound easy." Of course, he was an anapestic kind of guy. But there is something very storytelling-friendly about regular meter. It reads easy. And you're right, it can be a bear to keep it going. BTW, I love your stuff.
Linnnn - Wonderful couplet -- but no tears! I think the kids were just cornered into admitting something that they already knew to be true.
Dave, thanks. The inspiration was pretty fun too. I knew it would be the night's poem as soon as the daughter had left her carnage.
Pilgrim: a word that falls into place can be your best friend at 1:00 in the morning. I love them all.
anna1, I smiled. The kids are big enough that it was just a lifting of a veil, not a slap in the face. I do have to caution them not to blab to their friends' tiny siblings, though.
sweetfeet, yes. I learn more listening to the kids in the back seat than anywhere else. (I also learn who can sing, and who can't.)
Thank you all so much for coming by, as always. If I can catch up on my work, I will respond to comments more faithfully in the coming days.
Goodnight, all.