A {boy} Riddle in Poetry

Written in the spirit of Samson (but scribbled down with the quality only a 2-minute poem could afford and void of any significance, Spiritual or otherwise.  Except a great laugh and thankfulness for living with such fun kids!)

Mom stops to take a call

Floridian telemarketer, that is all

Her young men

Laundry pile to tend

Have Science lessons on their minds

Distractions come up all the time!

 

A collision of

The three above

A new life form

Ry-man insect, not a worm!

Tell me now, can you see what happens when the phone rings in our home?  Yes, the older brothers turn the younger brother into an insect using the laundry they were supposedly folding - and call it homework.

{Love it!}