When Excuses Had To Be Good

I sometimes wonder if it was all a plot, That my parents used a lot, When I was in a spot, To get my imagination running hot, To think up excuses they believed not. If you think this poem is worth a jot, You will not think my writing has gone to pot, And what comes next will not tie you up in a knot. Or excuse what we say to the modern tot. If we contrast yesterday with today, We can notice a lack of imagination in their play, With parents making up the excuse of the day, That would have taken me all day, And when my parents' let me out of my room again to play, My imagination turned to what would one day make a mortgage pay, And show me how to write this way.