He's Having Fun

Oh no he's up! I heard his door. Now he's pitter-pattering across the hall floor. My moment of peace is soon to disappear. Another battle with him is oh so near! Jumping on the couch, playing with the phone. Nothing in this house does he leave alone! Dragging the bar stools then climbing up high. There's not one thing that he doesn't try! He opens every cabinet, prowls in every drawer. Then just for amusement he slams every door! With ease he leaps and there he stands; On the TV table with itchy little hands! He spins the pictures, he smears the wall. I smack his bottom with no effect at all. What can I do? Where can I run? He's wearing me out, while he's having fun!