99 Percent

An afternoon of sunshine, The kids in the backyard, To coax them back inside Is, understandably, quite hard. They’re heading to a party Which, though crazy, starts at 6. Exhaustion and a trampoline’s A combo that won’t mix. To help my case, I tell them That their energy won’t last But they reply, despite the hours That sapped my own real fast… “My energy is 99 Percent;” they both agree. They promise this as if I would believe this guarantee. I do my job and bring them in And give them food and drink. They curl up on the couch, I read a book and what I think… Is that within a mile of driving, Daddy will not hear a peep For my grandkids will be 99 Percent, I’m sure, asleep.