What drove the kid to do what he did?
He’d open a jar without unscrewing the lid.
All the objects he has, have been taken apart,
How were they made, where did they start?
Once in a while he’d put things back together,
It really depended a lot on the weather.
Parts in many pieces all lying askew
Would anything work by the time he was through?
There were several remotes from TV to truck,
To pick the right pieces would require some luck.
Getting ready to assemble what had been taken apart,
included shake up the pieces before he could start.
This one went here and that one he skips,
I thought it went there but I‘ll zip up my lips.
When he was finished, it was a grand sight to see,
The TV responded to the start engine key.
It had only one channel and to get any more,
He’d drive the TV to a different spot on the floor.
NBC no longer needed a three two or one,
But, would come fully alive when parked in the sun!
The truck’s response, also a bit left of norm
would often get caught in an awful snow storm!
His blue ribbon chopper high up on a stand
Didn’t ever respond to any command.
His talking parrot was having a blast,
The batteries were new, how long could they last?
The parrot said things never heard of before,
coming within inches of riding a foot out the door!
The remote controlled heatstat wasn’t forgotten,
Twas increasing it’s setting with nigh every button.
Things heated up and the parrot kept talking,
If I was the kid, I’d a long time been walking!
But, the kid was enthralled, glowing with pride,
Why an aggravated bull couldn’t have chased him outside.
The TV kept on moving along with the sun,
Until NBC was starting reruns.
The parrot had sweat rings under his wings
Which caused him to say some unusual things.
But the only misfortune that got the kid’s goat,
His blue ribbon chopper wouldn’t respond to remote!
Meanwhile, the treadmill powered scooter and I will continiue climbing uphill!
