My Monster

My Monster Every week on Good Friday I get restless Palpitations rise for my week end disasters A monster boldly barges into my silent abode Depriving me of my peaceful slumber Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life? The moment I reach the dreaded site Littered remnants of mugs and glasses Sprayed on the kitchen floor Having an afternoon nap is a crime indeed The dining tablecloths are scrooped down And I curse my heavy eyelids for drugging me I wake up to run and my shoes are not there The good Lord save me! My kitchen cabins Are invaded, explored and ransacked The bright packages are crushed and ripped Salty and sweety snacks carpet the freshly scrubbed floor I pads, mobile phones, remote controls vanish I magically recover my drowning hopes When their batteries are over My heart beats louder than the speakers Strumming the beats of nursery rhymes Till tiny flakes start peeling off the quaky roof The iridescent walls showcase The world's finest art repertoire Nothing short of an international gallery of art The monster is finally trapped on the garden swing Smiling gleefully with an outstretched arm All frowns erase when the two year old Bob cut tomboy dramatically wails Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny! Contest: My Monster Sponsor: Anthony Slausen