My little granddaughter introduced me to him,
A purple and green Tyrannosaurus she adored.
She’d relentlessly sing his lyrics over and over,
Until the words in my hapless mind were stored.
The repetition really got on my last good nerve,
But I have to admit that ole Barney had a point.
If love, hugs, and kisses were shared in families,
Maybe so many wouldn’t be residing in our joints.
Saying that we love each other seems to be passe.
But love is such a needed and wanted commodity.
So, wouldn’t people be saner and less stressed out
If I loved you and you loved me, as a happy family?
Sometimes, the simple answers are really the best,
And from the least expected places you can glean
The hope that makes the world a better place to be,
Like from a children’s dinosaur all purple and green.
Written for day 19 of OctPoWriMo 2019. The prompt is Purple. If you had told me that one day I would write a poem about Barney, I would have thought you were insane.