Are We There Yet?
Staying the Course –
Limericked Relations of Summer Vacations
All summer, the children sing this short refrain,
As parents speed up in the no-passing lane:
“Are we there yet, please?”
Youngsters whine for their ease,
While Moms and Dads rub on their foreheads in pain.
The motorized waiting rooms rock with the tar,
Adults at the wheel of each family car.
With kids in the back,
A panic attack
Does enter the realm ‘ere the clans travel far.
Regarding the right of each grownup to vow,
Though little ones chirp for a bathroom and chow –
The road still may bend
To summer’s near end,
When schools may all parents a rest stop allow.
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“waiting room”)
One Single Impression (“allow”)
Simply Snickers (“realm,” “regard” and “right”)
Sunday Scribblings (“adult”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“quit”)