There's a ladle in our bed

 

 

There's a ladle in our bed

There's an airplane in our kitchen

A mailbox in my bathroom

And a baseball I could mention

Saw a school bus in the basement

with singing frogs inside

And a soft small brown rabbit

on the table just beside

I see plastic lids all over

multiplying in every room

I think something's going on here

Is it maybe a full moon?

I keep cleaning I keep straightening

Sweeping crumbs up off the floor

There are hundreds there are thousands

Feels a sneaky relentless war

I am making no visible progress

Dost mine eyes detect a clue?

Pink elf with salad tongs

Dancing in front of the mirror

Signs of life invade and grace us . . .

There's a toddler living here!