Tra-La !!! Tra-La !!!

Tra-La !!! Tra-La !!!

Written by Leslie Chess Feller
Illustrated by Shelley Chess Lippman

My mother likes to sing in the car.
She might as well chomp on a cigar
or wiggle her ears or twitch her nose
or wear fluorescent pantyhose
if she wants to annoy me,
to socially destroy me !!!
Because I feel like such a fool
to have the kind of mother who’ll
burst into song or hum along.
The image is completely wrong !!!
Of course, I’ve tried. You bet I’ve told her.
Every time we ride, I scold her.
Despite it all, she’s getting bolder !!!
Things are bad as bad can be.
Mom sings loud and way off-key.
How can I possibly survive ???
My psyche won’t emerge alive.
My brother says she sings to spite us.
Only one thing would delight us:
a case of chronic laryngitis !!!