(Poem 297 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

What is wrong with children these days?

My grandson’s goal in life is to either
scare me or disgust me
and my reaction must be over the top.

He just turned 6.

How does he even know who Michael Myers is?
Can we turn the clock back to dinosaurs
and race cars, Frozen and Trolls?

At least he had the decency to explain
to me that he is wearing a costume and he
is not the real Michael Myers.
He went on to explain that there isn’t even
a real Michael Myers because he’s pretend,
so no children will be killed in this process.
I appreciated the reassurance.

@Home Studio – 297^th poem of the year