Angry Poem

After the doctor appointment, we stopped at the Home Show to visit Adam.  By the time we headed home, the sun was low enough in the sky to slant through the car windows.

I heard some plaintive cries as we turned east.

"Charlotte? Is the sun in your eyes?  That's no fun."  I empathized.  "When we turn the corner it should be better."

After completing the turn, I heard a passionate poem from the back seat:

AWAY sun!
No fun!
Away away away!