Monsoon season pt I

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shoe laces tied tight by my son
epic tale of his sole action
how he slayed two slithy pythons
by thumb and finger he conquered

where was the one two buckle shoe
or velcro strap easy to do
he just wanted to say adieu
on this foot problem he tinkered

mother forced him into corner
hoping that he would learn faster
tactic couldn't be more meaner
her wrath was not to be incurred

let her sit and learn japanese
while forced to crouch still on her knees
no doubt she would pray to genies
to have this one moment defer

young son number one graphed the air
banished plastic needles somewhere
fighter planes played with a child's flair
the nurtured bunny ears prospered