Such fun, at the indoor playground!
Falling rain has us weather-bound.
So to the mall, we go instead.
Where gross germs are easily spread.
Full of children, so tightly wound.
Little heathens run wild around;
Screams and shouts are the only sound.
I swear, half must be interbred,
At the indoor playground.
On their phones, parents are spellbound.
Kids left unwatched, to beat and pound
On other children’s little heads.
A war of germs, dirt, and bloodshed.
Oh how I hate this battleground.
At the indoor playground.
Danielle Dayney 
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