#22: Piñata Non Grata

So bright and colorful

Made of paper mache

Here to bring joy

For this kids fifth birthday

Strung up real high

What a great view

I beamed with a smile

Precious and new

The parents debating

And looking around

The kids so rambunctious

Toys on the ground.

Fun for all

From what I could see

I felt so special

Up in this tree

The kids lined up

Awaiting their turn

But for what?

Soon I would learn

The first boy blindfolded

They spun him around

They gave him a bat

A man lowered me down

The boy swung at the air

All the kids laughed

I found it funny too

So I smiled back

He swung again

He almost hit me

I pondered at what

This cruel game could be

He took one more swing

It was a decent thwack

Right on the very

Small of my back

I swung around,

A bit perturbed,

This party is no fun,

These kids are disturbed

The next kid came up,

He knocked at my arm,

It now hung by a thread,

I’m now quite alarmed.

Angry now,

I screamed and hissed,

“I hope each and every

One of you miss!”

But oh the next kid,

Larger in size,

Surely soon,

I’ll meet my demise.

He swung hard,

Knocking me clear off my string,

Hitting the ground,

What a terrible thing.

The kids all clamoring,

Grabbing my guts,

I was full of candy,

Goodies and such.

Birthday parties,

I thought they’d be fun

But it turns out that,

I’d see only one.