Not Me
In our family circus
children old enough to be left alone
without a babysitter.
Can find lots of interesting ways
to have fun.
And this makes for a happy house hold.
But when parents return home,
They can't help noticing something is different.
It’s to quiet
and the kids didn't meet them at the door.
Act one starts like this.
All right! All of you get in here right now!
Who did this?
No matter how many kids you have.
You’ll always have one extra,
the one you can't see.
The one kids always blame
and he answers to the name of
(Not Me!)
Your kids make it plain as the crayon
writing on the living room wall.
the house is a mess,
the refrigerator is wide open,
the pudding and Popsicle are gone.
The dog is covered in shaving cream.
Kids being kids can get in trouble
In every conceivable way.
As your kids stand in front of you,
you can count the halos in the room.
And so, you repeat the question
I said who did this?
They sound like angels.
One at a time you hear
your children innocently say not me.
But as usual the first kid to speak up,
knows who did it.
You pull your little tattletale to the side,
and pay no attention as they start to cry.
Ratting out the little kid that you can't see.
The one kids blame
who answers to the name
(Not Me!)
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2019
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