At motel they have a pool,
No kids past ten, that’s the rule.
Knock and knock, upon the door,
Lady with kids, does implore.
“We were out late, we’ll be quiet”,
In they walk, I start no riot.
Keeping quiet, I stay to swim
Not give into feelings grim.
These kids, good, didn’t make a splash
Kept out of way, were not rash.
Mother though, should know better
Teach rule breaking to litter.
From sun rise ‘til ten at night,
To the pool, kids have a right.
Adults get, an hour merely,
Cherishing this time dearly,
To have the pool to themselves
Not to share with little elves.
I stayed at the Hampton Inn in Kalamazoo, Michigan. I was looking forward to swimming in the pool. The motel has a rule. Kids are not allowed to swim between the hours of 10pm and 11pm. This allows adults to swim laps, not being forced to dodge the kids playing in the pool. Then afterwards, relax in peace and quiet in the hot tub.
Parents know better than to impose their children on the other guests in the motel, but they don’t seem to care.
Maybe I am part of the problem. I did not call the front desk and report them. I did not tell the lady to leave. I made the best of the situation. I am on vacation and do not want to engage in the stresses of confrontation. So I write poetry about breaking rules instead.