36,500 Words.

The whole family played last night instead of going out
into the frozen white world, snow bombing all around us.
My wife chose a pink peg when she got married,
invented a whole backstory (she and "Sheila" met at Smith);
this made me feel weird, but a little turned-on too.

So I figure the little blue peg dad car guy,
whipping around green bridge turns at a furious plastic rate,
often has to turn around to reprimand his peg kids,
"You better not get ice cream on those plastic seats,
I'm up here trying to pay off these promissory notes!"