and spread out a blanket to have a good read.
Excited to explore that Horton Hears a Who!,
In only the way the Dr. Seuss could do.
We took turns reading alternate pages,
while the sun kept on beamin’ it’s glorious wages.
We snuggled and savored the scrumptious spring season,
We laid on our bellies and laughed for no reason.
I heard from the distance something a-chuggin’,
A bus full of kids that were clearly a-buggin’.
The yellow tank stopped in front of our house,
and found that it wasn’t as quiet as a mouse.
Four middle schoolers emptied in rowdy behavior,
A young girl stepped down and spoke a loud flavor.
My Horton didn’t hear a “Who!” he heard, “Mother F_____!”
This mother rose up to confront such a YUCKER.
I spoke directly, without any waiver.
“You listen right now, I won’t stand your behavior!
My seven year old son is sitting right here!”
She looked ashamed and then stared like a deer.
I had one last comment, and as I adjusted my hat,
“Respect yourself more than to talk like that!”
I returned to my blanket with a noticeable frown.
Where I was advised to, “Please Mom, calm down.”
I smiled at my little man and still felt quite bothered,
I wondered, Should I talk to that girls’ mother or father?
So I feel the need to ask,
What’s worked for you in the past?
How would you have handled the situation,
as there seems to be a “not-WHO” inflation!?!?
If you were in my shoes…
What would you do-es?
You know today’s Wednesday so I need to inquire.
Wassup? Is the matter that I find dire.