Just kidding!!

These swings are a disguised launch pad

Meant for noisy, undisciplined little brats

Although, so far it had been tested

Only on unsuspecting lab rats

 

The whole was assembled in playschools

By lotsa cranky, peace seeking old men

Who lured noisy brats that wouldn’t abstain

After told thrice ‘to not do that again!’

 

These were the last of many feeble old farts

Driven together by excessively clabulating noise

And to lure those unmanageable obstreperous brats

They used huge, meaningfully decorated rooms filled with not yet, but soon to be, discarded, discombabulized, zimperaticuld, mega-expensive toys

 

With the brats all finally grouped together

Assembled for taking a far distant one-way ride

Each of the cranky old man would finally enjoy peace

After the release mechanism had been applied

 

The noisy brats with their unappreciated broken toys

Are now circling the stratosphere, en masse

And from those screaming, noise making, messy brats

Them old men ain’t takin, no more sorta sass

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Clabulating? Discombabulized? Zimperaticuld? I'll never learn to speak Canadian.

[Dave Brown]

A meshing of nationalities resulting in a language of pluralities
JtheB

[Arundass TP]

This is real scenario in all play schools. I too may be part of it once I am a small child. Good poem

[Dave Brown]

LOL,
I think we all played our part part in the extra noisy young child syndrome

[Arundass TP]

Sure, it's better to be a kid than old. Thank you