All That Jazz

Baby's boogers blow.
Daughter's disdain grows,
little brother flairs his nose.
Doors slam,
crashing cymbals of symphony.
Strings of whining whimpers
Horns belt out bellows.
Percussion of pattering feet.
This is no symphony,
it's all jazz baby.
Mom snaps her fingers,
the chaotic
beauty,
beat of family.