Saturday morning poetry

Gone are the days of Saturday morning cartoons that I enjoyed as a child.  Instead, my kids are eager to start their weekend with video games.  Their current favorite is Lego Universe.  And since we’ve connected a “media PC” to our TV, they love to play on the widescreen.

Of course, they know they have to practice violin before any game play begins.  That’s why I was awakened at 7 a.m. this morning with the strands of Perpetual Motion and with a clicking metronome set at 104 beats per minute!

When I finally made it downstairs and found the two younger boys enjoying their game, Luke greeted me with this poem he wrote about his Saturday morning experience.

Hi mom. Hi dad.
I hope you don’t mind
that I came down the stairs
and didn’t didn’t inquire

as to your opinion of
the matter which I face.
Should I come down the stairs
as if in a race

to try for the PC
without even giving
my brother a chance,
or would you be naying

an action so bold …
instead of staying in bed
where it’s warm and not cold
to not hurt my eyes in the midst of my head?

The bait was too much.
I came down the stairs,
but I practiced my violin
so I need not have cares.