Poetic Justice (for Legos)
By Robyn Welling
We sit with promise on the shelf at the store,
carefully planned-out construction galore.
Into each set, Lego puts lots of thought,
boxes the blocks, and hopes that they're bought
by kids who will build them - then touch them no more.
But we're taken home, the box ripped apart.
Just once the directions are taken to heart.
We match the box photo, fulfilled destiny,
briefly become the toy we're meant to be -
And that's when the trouble usually starts.
I should be a helicopter and fly overhead
but the children want a snowmobile instead.
They yank off my rotors, steal my landing skids,
I'm junked out for parts by these ungrateful kids -
just wait til these little jerks trot off to bed.
I'll join the space ship of ridiculous size,
the train windows (now they're a greenhouse that flies),
the oddly-shaped, all-color, random piece house,
my brave friends who've gone into slobbery mouths,
and the totem pole made out of beheaded guys.
Their haphazard building is making me tense!
Turbo boat on wheels? It doesn't make sense!
Fellow Legos - picked to bits and thrown in a tub?
We'll show them! Let's all go hide in the rug!
We'll puncture their feet - it's our only defense.
On Monday Cheryl came over for lunch and movies! We went to Zoe's Kitchen to pick up hummus and baked feta, then watched The LEGO Movie (a vastly better movie than La La Land, though to be fair it's a better movie than 9/10 of movies ever made) in anticipation of the day's main event, The LEGO Batman Movie with Paul, who earlier had a job interview. Everything was, to borrow a phrase from the prequel, awesome -- tons of references to previous Batmans including a number of shout-outs to the '60s TV show and appropriate mocking of both Batman v Superman and Suicide Squad. I'm pretty sure it even squeaks a Bechdel Test pass. And the soundtrack is very enjoyable.
Since we'd spent the day watching animated films already, we decided to finish by tracking down Moana which is still in a few theaters. I love that movie too; I know some people don't like the way Polynesian people are visualized but the female characters are great, the songs are catchy, the water looks amazing, and there's a goddess in it. We ate so many snacks that we didn't need much dinner, and after Delta went home, Paul and I watched this week's The Young Pope, which was quite sad, and Timeless, which kind of needed a stronger historical story to counterbalance the ongoing conspiracy (Lucy gave up finding her sister for this?). From Green Spring Gardens last weekend: