Visiting the museum was not a success,
parking was a mess, walking three blocks
down while singing happily did not appeal to
a thirteen-year old girl who feels her eleven
year old brother sends her round the bend,
neither kid appreciating the fact that their
mother can’t withstand the temptation
to try the acoustics of the grand old domed
building, dinosaurs were the object, but the
crystals and minerals held the real attraction
creating a glittering mine where dwarfs could
easily be found digging, while the butterflies
suggested the presence of fairies – and the
little information on dinosaurs did not bode
well for the field research part of the science
task, each time the subject comes up in
my mind, an alarm bell goes off and fear
freezes my brain – never again, never-ever
again shall I offer to help with school
projects, I can’t make it into a game!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem