I love to ponder the daffodils,
And filling coconuts with limes.
But this having to work every single day,
Is interfering with my rhymes!
The momentous day had finally arrived,
When my son decided to leave the nest.
If you think I’m lonely, don’t worry, I’m not.
Because Sammy always loved me best!
The day is fast approaching,
Thought I’d scream and shout.
Instead it seems, I’m slightly sad
That my son is moving out!
Sitting outside, I feel something burning,
Hot like the launching of a rocket.
Reaching down and feeling around,
The sun heated up the keys in my pocket!
The weekend approaches, we must make plans,
A field where we can picnic and frolick.
And maybe, if things might go my way,
Back home, perhaps to gleefully mollock?