STOCKING UP AFTER LUNCH.

There are always pressures
And temptations
When we traipse
To the store,
But even more so in the afternoon,
Once we’ve captured a nap
And used it
For refuelling:

He’s heightened and wiser
And twice as likely
To strike
At the bright things
Dwelling on the bottom shelves,
Twinkling in that mortal manner
That would corrupt an adult
Let alone a toddler;

Whilst I have to scour the aisles
For latent traps,
And tip-toe us
Around them
Should I lead us into
Toy town ambushes
Or stocks of candy
Stacked where they weren’t this morning,

And generally overcome
My desire
For Root beer,
And other seasonal treats
Designed to lure into ruin
The truck and trailer
Combination
Of parent and child.