Poetry has become a “Family Affair,” with my poetry representing my father’s side of the family, and my cousin, Don Zarley’s, poetry representing my mother’s side of the family. We welcome you and hope that you enjoy our poems.
THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS
It’s the day after Christmas and all through the house,
Not a toy is working and dad is a louse.
He’s diligently working a toy to repair,
While the children are shouting “fix the one over there.”
Zoomer Boomers that won’t zoom
Add to Dad’s toy-ville gloom,
As he hunts for a quirk
In a toy that won’t wiggle or jerk.
And do it yourselfers, Oh boy what an art,
Especially if you’re missing a part.
Since Dad’s repair shop is open all day,
The children keep bringing broken toys his way.
This toy won’t go this way or that,
Hey Dad! Guess where brother sat?
Dad whispers and mumbles for a while,
As a toy piano is put on the pile.
Now he wishes to be Saint Nick,
So he could twitch his nose and get out of there quick.
For as the sun sets in the West somewhere,
With just one more toy to repair.
Dad whispers to Santa a quiet Thank You…
For giving him a screwdriver, pliers, and glue.