Other People’s Children
Rowdy jostlers—twisters, hoppers.
Shouting loudly, upsetting shoppers,
they run up aisles and spar with hangers.
Turn shopping cart races into bangers.
They bark our shins, assault our ears,
yet no one stops these mannerless dears;
for the behavior others find so irksome,
the parents merely view as quirksome.
The prompt word today was “irksome.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This is so true and funny also. I remember being so embarrassed going to stores sometimes with my three kids and just leaving. They learned lots of lessons with me though(& with my husband!). What stories we all have to tell about our kiddies.
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Ha..I’m mainly thinking of Ross stores and Marshalls–lots of mommies looking at all the racks while the kiddies went crazy. And so did the other shoppers!
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I love “mannerless dears” fun poetry Judy
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Thanks, Mary. Didn’t want to make it too harsh.
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Sometimes the parents are worse than the kids.
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Too too true.
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cute poem.
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My own kid had his moments for sure. Yet I only ever really had to tell him once, not to. What a dream …! Cheers Jamie
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These are the children of those parents who don’t seem to notice, though.
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True enough, Remi. About a month ago, I had that conversation with him. I asked him why he was good for me but not so much for his mother? He replied, “well, I respected you. I didn’t really respect her”. Which surprised me. Though it explained a lot. Cheers Jamie
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Very cute, and correct!
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