Boys and their Toys

I should just take them all away.
Tired of saying pick them up everyday.
Y’alls cars, building blocks, and guns.
All the things you don’t pick up when you’re done.
I don’t because I love y’all to pieces
Every minute, hour and year that love increases
Sure I get mad, sad, irritated
But hugs make that all dissipate and
All is right in the world
When y’all enter the dreamworld
I love you guys like there ain’t no tomorrow
Even though it seems like a game show

The Cozy and Warm House

Whose house is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark rainbow.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.

She gives her house a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The house is cozy, warm and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.

She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.