Taking what I thought had been a “make-believe” moment,
Tone stern with warning I wagged
A finger at first-grade inventors,
A parody of Nixon in mind,
“Now Boys. Those paper jet packs
You all made may
Not,
I repeat,
NOT
Be flown indoors.”
Waiting for a chuckle
Or at least a rolling groan or eye,
The Boys transfixed me
With the Sincerity
Of their complete
Understanding.