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# Day 29 #ArtoonsinnPoetryParlour #NaPoWriMo2022

Prompt # Write a poem which ends in a question

Work from home!

That being said, I only need an alarm at dawn to prepare breakfast before Home Based Lessons start.

After which, I don’t need any clocks in my house nor do I have to keep time… until noon, my thudding heart!

For, exactly at 8.a.m. every day, a shrill jarring female voice spilling over with annoyance rends through the silence...

Unfortunately from the apartment facing right across my bedrooms, the darned disturbance!

For the next 4 hours, I can be rest assured of an unrelenting, whopping migraine and the non-stop varied sopranos of this angry, operatic yelling

Amid her pauses and also along with her as a chorus, there ensues another miniature version of her voice full of tantrums and stubborn bawling.

Keeping her front door wide open, the shrieking female voice reaches a crescendo

Like the final beat of the drum, down comes a crash, of a heap of utensils in a frenzied tornado

A pile of heavy books following with loud series of thuds—

The ‘orphaned’ and abandoned homework presumably from long, long ago…I pity the poor kiddo

The grand finale stems with a tempo of a couple of disciplinary thwacks.

And more exaggerated squealing by the miniature voice in tantrums and talkbacks.

The Banshee is at it like a timekeeper. When all the whinnying and bellowing ceases, right on dot every day

I gather it’s about mid-day and also about time to have to have my lunch, it's twelve o'clock alackaday!

But!!! I am a fiercely protective mother to my own daughter when voices unnecessarily float in,

Strictly trespassing when she’s taking an online graded exam, "Mum, can you about it do sumthn?"

This continued nuisance made her wince or want of focus during her Math test

Bringing forth the ‘Lion Mom’ avatar in me at its best!

Drastic measures called for a high-definition ‘Mufasa’!

With every ounce of vocals I owned, jutting my head outside my window, I roared out a bass solely reserved for jackasses, ahh!

With a “Hey Idiot, you can shut the hell up now! We have an online school exam going on!”

The yodelling stopped in a heartbeat. Must have struck her dumbfounded when someone else owned a roar that tipped her scale of siren.

And today? A jackass is a jackass is a jackass!!!

I have put away my clocks. They make up for the clangs, crashes that come from across🙄

Things have suddenly gone dead quiet now, after an encore operatic session.

It must be twelve o'clock, I must quickly have my lunch during this chaotic recession!

Who am I to complain? Who am I to even applaud or criticize this performance???

Is there even an end to this confusion?

Will it ever come to a conclusion? 🙄

Pic Courtesy:Pixabay

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