Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Toy with a Voice

All of us were sleeping 

Suddenly, I heard a drum beat.
What was that noise?

Minutes pass, and it happens again.
Now, I heard a car
Revving louder

Silence.

Finally, we have peace.

Vroom, vroooom.
Bonk! BONK!
The sound pierced through the darkness.
Was it a phone?
Was it a truck?

Mama, what IS that noise?
I don't know, but if it happens again, I'll find out.

BONK!!!
Short, loud bursts.

Vroom, vrooom.
Rawr!

It's got to be a toy.
But what makes that noise?

It's not in the living room
Or behind closed doors
Lurking in the shadows
Was an especially curious noise

Soon, it wailed louder
Mama looked for the noise.
Seeing a blue light
She thought, "Oh my gosh! What in the world?"

In the bathroom she found the culprit
It was one of the boys' toys!

Lying on the floor
Was the plastic phone 
That used to chirp and squeak with happiness
And even play the drums

But one fateful day
It was dropped in the commode.
Just a little water changed it forevermore.

Now, it spontaneously burst forth with sound
Vroom, vroom.
Rawr. Ahh!
I won't be quiet now!

"It's not supposed to work if you don't touch it," Mama said.
Interrupting sleep,
Jolting me out of bed
This toy had become a source of dread.

Mama said, "I know what I'll do
I'll take the batteries out!"
Gone are the revving engines
And ear-splitting sounds.
I've got the power now!

And so we drifted off to sleep
And my nephews were oblivious to the sounds of the night
That gave us all such a fright.

Each time you press it
It is a mystery.
Will it sound like a car, a chainsaw, a tiger?
No one knows what it will be.

The toy has a voice,
Morphing anew each time.
Muttering indistinguishable sounds 
It is sure to confound.

This simple toy 
Was begging to be heard
Understood? Never!
It's just absurd.

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