Who were so bored they started to drool
So tired of Wii
They were fighting with me
And begging me for a swim pool.
We went to the YMCA
Where I tried to entice them with play
They stomped someone's toes
And busted a nose
Yes, it was a horrible day.
But summer is soon to be gone
Along with the tear they've been on.
I know that I'll miss them
And often I'll kiss them
But for now I'll be glad when it's done.
(You see, I can't write a rhyming poem without it being silly. It just isn't in me. Using a limerick format doesn't help, either. At least I'd have a chance if I used the sonnet form.)
(Instead, I'll just stick to free verse.)