The Christmas Bike [some assembly required]

Molded metal, plastic, nuts and bolts, and a screwdriver
It said right on the box, that some assembly was required
It's almost Christmas morning and around me on the floor
Are all the extra pieces of a toy bought at the store.

The children went to bed, at eight on Christmas Eve
Leaving Santa's cookies and milk right by the tree
After checking on them twice, making sure they were asleep
I pulled the box that held the bike, from the closet deep.

With care I opened up one end and took a peek inside
Then dumped the pieces on the floor, noisily, I must confide
After waiting for a second, to make sure the coast was clear
I opened every bag of bolts, nuts, plastic parts and gears.

With confidence in myself, the instructions now got tossed
Beneath the heap in front of me of pieces they were lost
No matter, I am sure, my endeavor will turn out fine
At least that's what I'm thinking in my silly little mind.

It's been seven hours, and the question is at hand
Why did they send these extra parts, I'll never understand
It's not like we'll be needing all the gears that I have found
And so it wobbles just a bit when you push the thing around.

It doesn't really matter if the bell is of no use
And the fact that it resembles something out of Dr. Seuss
Shouldn't be a main concern, for weeks, my son had fought
It was a bike he wanted, and a bike is what he got.