Airport Lounging Poem by Tony Jolley

Sometimes there’s nothing will placate them,
Can stop them bawling and wailing
Like inconsolable, Eastern, coffin-cortège mourners,
Being torn away from what they’re wanting.
No degree in Toddler Distraction Technique will do,
Not even promises of more and greater later;
Above all when it’s a:
Purple-sparkling,
Wheel-a-steering,
Moving,
Turning,
Revving,
Driving
Toy to end all airport concourse toys.

Wild horses wouldn’t drag them away, the boys,
Just one desperate dad, to a whole lot of noise.