(With sincere appreciation and apologies to the creators of the I Spy book series)
I Spy: Laundry Hell
I spy despair and guilt, toil and Tide.
Too much laundry to even attempt to hide.
Beach towels, even though now it’s Fall.
Clothes stacked so long they’ve outgrown all.
A squishy blue pillow that doesn’t belong,
Mommy’s ratty Size L thongs,
T-shirts by the thousands in Boys size 8-10.
I put them away but they’re back again.
I Spy: Spooky Junk Drawer
I spy a drawer full of crap that’s filling up fast
with thumbtacks and party favors from birthdays past.
Batteries and light bulbs: do they work?
Empty scotch tape and pointless pencils lurk.
Screwdrivers and scissors, those household musts,
Fifty three cents, thumbtacks and dust.
The object of my search is tantalizingly near,
but I don’t know why I bother. It’s never in here.
I Spy: Island of Lost Toys
Please Mom Please Mom Please Mom Please?
I’ll simply die if I can’t have these!
A Magic 8 Ball, air hockey and darts,
A whoopie cushion that makes great farts.
A tiny scooter and a "Siamese Bendy" guy.
A fiber optic flashlight and magnetic checkers lie
Next to a water pistol and a Wooly Willy pen.
These and hundreds more, entirely forgotten.