A Mel Brooks Kind of Morning

My house is in complete disarray
Toys spewed all over the floor
Laundry piles with wrinkled shirts
Garbage overflowing at the front door.

I should be packing and filling boxes
Not procrastinating this day for so long
But I sit here reciting various Mel Brooks quotes,
Singing the "Springtime for Hitler" song.

I ask Vivian if she needs Perri-Air
Since her nose seems stuffy today
As she does a silly Igor-like dance
I tell her to "walk this way."

Now if only Gene Wilder would arrive
And reinact moves from his Waco Kid role
Lord Helmet would say he is surrounded by assholes
And ludicrous speed would be our goal.

Then I could rid myself of these silly thoughts
And make Mel jump out of my mind
The History of the World would end
What else would my brain then find?

Perhaps a few 80's musical movies?
Like Footloose and Grease to emulate
Anything to avoid the house chores
And rescue me from diaper duty fate.

P.S. - May the Schwartz be with you!