The time has come, I did cheerfully say,
to put away the Pack & Play.
Here I am, relaxed and breezy —
Disassembly should be easy!
But rails stayed rigid and nothing was gained
And all my confidence quickly drained
And all the logic I could muster
Proved no match for this knuckle-buster.
Oh you contraption, contrarily lurking,
jammed in a corner, perversely smirking —
The baby’s gone home but here you still are
Obstinately on your half of the floor —
YouTube expounded, but could not explain —
Then Myst’ry relented and gave up the game!
It calmly folded, accepting its place,
And zippered itself into its case.
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