Here We Come Chicago

(I wrote this poem on the train ride to Chicago. I don't know why I put the line about kiwi. I guess it makes it kinda funny)

My mom is drooling.
Can she see me?
This is way too serious to me.
Maybe next year we can go to Tennessee.
But, wait a minute!
We’re allergic to kiwi. Or are we?
This is fun. This is cool.
My brother is sleeping—he’s covered with drool.
My dad is sleeping. Or is he dead?
I don’t know. Yeah! He moved his head.
Can you see the lake in it?
They have delicious food like bubba gump shrimp.
Yes siree! Tee hee. Let me see.
There’s big bright lights!
It’s really big.
We’re going to Chicago.
It’s right there, can’t you see?
Let me tell you about her, yes siree!
Hello shopping spree!