When my sons were young
and annoying,
I'd stomp around the house
crying, in that harsh, metallic voice:
"EX-TERM-IN-ATE! EX-TERM-IN-ATE!"
They didn't laugh.
(Just rolled their eyes and scoffed.)
Now those boys are long ago
grown and gone.
I have the house all to myself
except for my pets.
The cats are sweet;
they never get jealous
when I mother my dragons.
when I mother my dragons.
April Poem A Day Challenge 2014, day 17: a pop culture poem
