Hey son, come here a minute please
where are the keys
they’re sure not here…
they disapper?
you recently drove to the store
I heard the door
when you came back
but the key rack
is bare as a baby’s bottom
where you got ‘em
I’ve asked you nice
won’t ask you twice
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
~ sometimes they go so very much too soon ~
😀 love it!
Thanks Kate! 🙂
Well where could it be 🙂
Probably some pocket somewhere — hiding. 🙂
Typical teen and parent…spot on, Rob!
Ain’t it the truth Lynn… 🙂
Love the playful take Rob! Supposedly a serious subject if not handled well.
Hank
Thank you Hank.
Clever, Rob.
Thanks Darius.
Oh who hasn’t been there! Well scribed!
Thank you Ain!
The scenario is so familiar. You told the story well, Rob!
Thank MJay!
Nice minute Rob.
Much love…
Thank you Gillena! Much love to you my friend… 🙂
Sounds like the prelude to a fight…
Unfortunately Jane, more times than I would prefer… 🙂
I love the natural progression of this one, Rob! Bravo! 😀
Thank you Sanaa! It’s usually how such an encounter un folds.
I own a set of those same vanishing keys. Nice work, Rob.
They are bestowed upon us with the arrival of a teenager — or 50 years of age, whichever comes first Ron… 😉
I wonder where he had driven all that time 😉
Farther than the store I am sure Veera… 😉
a debate that resonates with all, and my favourite Cat Stevens song!
It will resonate until the dnd of time Kate! I love the song. Breaks my heart.
It hurts when kids disobey. It hurts when they lie.
Hurts me especially Lisa, because I never did either… 😉
Funny response to the prompt. I like it.
Thank you Liesl… 🙂
I’m still chuckling over the comment you left for me … thank goodness the days we had to endure our teens driving is way back in the past!
I have one “key incident” in 1989, that I will never forget. My 17-year-old daughter Jennifer lost the keys to her mother’s (my ex-wife) car, into a sewer grate in downtown Cincinnati, where she’d disobediently “borrowed” her mother’s car, to attend a concert — BUSTED! I called my agile drummer to go with me to my ex’s apartment, she being out of town with her boyfriend. Attempting to be cat burglars and break in to get a 2nd set of keys, so I could go rescue my daughter — my buddy and I planned to climb to her mother’s terrace, at 2:00 AM to try, to shimmy the sliding patio door open. We made too much noise, and her apartment manager caught us in the act. Thank heavens he knew me, so after some explanation, he let me into the apartment — which, had I been bold enough just to wake him at that hour, should have been my first strategy. What a crazy night. Jennifer ended up grounded for a month.
For me, it was the other way… my parents insisted that I took the care since then they knew I wouldn’t be drinking… Not always easy to come up with a good excuse.
My friends were oblivious when we were young regarding “no drinking” Bjorn. Our rule was no crashing, under any circumstances… 😉 Also, having started my performing journey at age 14, the summer before high school, I also started hanging with a lot of older guys with whom I was in bands, so they all drank and smoked, tobacco and reefer, though I didn’t smoke because I was a singer — but among my older bandmates, there was a lot of “elevated motoring” to and from gigs… 😉
Oh this sounds so familiar! Great write Rob.
Thank you Marion… 🙂