toys! toys everywhere!

There are nightmares, there are dreams
Today we’ll focus on the former
Anxiety for mom looks like
Picking up another damn Transformer

Toys are left where they are dropped
And they are dropped where kids see fit
Diverted attention thata way
Means kids unhand a toy, then split!

Descended toys leave scattered trails
From a foyer to a basement
Upstairs too, in all the rooms
Toilet tops make for good placement

Tramping on a Lego piece
Yields pain hard to define
Hot coals don’t hold a candle to
Sharp plastic shooting up one's spine

Toys are strewn inside the van
From the back seat to the front
For fallen trinkets, mom must use
One hand to drive, one hand to hunt

When friends announce they’re stopping by
A panicked mom inspects her house
And in a rush, collects playthings
Enlisting two hands from her spouse

The perplexing thing about toys is
No matter how many there are
Kids are bored with their own stuff
If it's not new, it’s below par

Then there is the guilt for mom
Who is aware there is no need
For more junk. Whoops! I mean, more toys
It surely feels a lot like greed

We are privy to where toys end up
That’s even when they’re handed down
Eventually, they’re tossed as trash
Which adds to landfills in our towns

Perhaps instead of purchasing
More Little Tikes for little tikes
We could make long-lasting memories
On free adventures, such as a hike

We know one day our kids will look
Back on their lives, as they grow old
Some stand-out toys may make the list
But togetherness will take the gold