A Child of Mirth
This poem, it may start out slow,
Yet you must go with the flow,
In order to understand,
You need all cards to hand.
Here will I relate,
All the comic events,
That in my childhood occured,
Please do not deflate,
It is by no means dull,
So have patience.
A sheltered childhood did I lead,
Yet so comic were my deeds,
Anyone can relate to the wit and tomfoolery.
I was always closer to dad than to mom,
My dad would often joke,
That I wind my mom up,
And certainly when a little older,
Mom and I occasionally had,
What dad would refer to as world wars.
There was a time, when I was only four,
My mom, she wanted our vacuum cleaner,
And stressed was her demeanour,
Our under stairs cupboard had an auto lock,
As she stepped in, I crept behind,
With mischief in mind,
And the door did I shut, before scampering up.
In the study my dad was working,
And saw me at the door, lurking,
Knowing me, my dad enquired,
"What have you done?"
I was ever the wehement denier.
Yet my mom's calls,
Did attract my dad's attention,
I scampered off and hid,
As would a typical four year old.
My dad went down,
To see what was amiss,
And let my mom out,
She naturally exploded,
And my dad burst out laughing.