The card wasn't a poem, but more like a conversation.
Oh, hey! I Remember you!
How's life being a mommy?
Is Andy your kid?
No, wait, he's too old.
And he looks nothing like you.
BUT WE CAN FIX THAT!
"Uh-oh." Candy said. "This is not good." She stepped back, the changes already starting. Andrew watched as her pants split open, a pink bulge forcing its way out of her groin, sprouting teats as it expanded. As it reached full size, larger than his own, the udder was concealed as Candy's pants reconfigured into a denim ankle-length skirt. He glanced up to see her horrified expression as her arms were already just elbow-length stumps and shrinking fast.
"I'm sorry," he told her, "I'm so, so sorry."
"Kid," she replied, choking up a little, "It's not your fault. I'm glad I at least tried to help you."
As her arms disappeared completely, she shrugged a little to get a feel for it. Her jacket fell to the floor, but she had a halter top underneath. They both jumped when the game gave another DING and spat out a second card. Andrew stared at it. "Has it ever done that before?"
"Uh, no." She leaned down to bite the card and flipped it up onto the glass top of the game. They read together:
I'm so ashamed.
That last one didn't rhyme.
I'll make it up to you
By messing with time.
You look so cute together,
You're a family now.
Like birds of a feather,
Or mom and son cow!
Andrew's head felt fuzzy, and for a moment he glimpsed scenes from his past distorting and changing. Candy... was his mom? Had it always been that way? It didn't seem right, but it didn't seem wrong, either. "Uh... Mom?" he said tentatively.
"Yeah, I feel it," His new Mom replied. "I don't think your old family exists anymore."
"Holy... crap."
"I know, kiddo. I know. But we can get them back if we put our minds to it."
They were interrupted by a voice over the mall's speakers. "Attention, Pink Hills Mall shoppers... the mall will be closing in thirty minutes. Thank you for shopping with us today."
"Aw, crap," exclaimed Mom, "I still have to close the arcade for the night. Listen, I think my husband is still coming to pick me up right at closing time. Since you've no place to go, come home with us and we'll figure all this out tomorrow."
The two of them struggled to get Andy's skirt on, and worked together to close the arcade down for the night. There were extra little things that made it clear life had "always" been this way, like foot pedals to operate the register. They finally finished up and headed out to meet Candy's husband and go home...