A friend came to ours,
And my little ones asked:
"Can he come to our bedroom to play?"
I wasn't too sure,
But I took a deep breath,
And through gritted teeth muttered, "Ok."
I knew at the time,
That the likelihood was,
This was something I shouldn't have done.
But safely downstairs,
I could take a quick break,
And enjoy a nice chat with his mum.
It wasn't too long,
'Til the children returned.
They descended the staircase and then,
Grabbed handfuls of toys
To deposit upstairs
And repeated the process again.
I didn't get cross,
They were still being good,
I tried hard not to think of the mess.
The giggling meant
They were all having fun,
There was no need to get in a stress.
A few minutes later,
I heard the first BANG!
And I shot to the foot of the stairs.
I yelled: "What's that noise?
Don't you wreck things up there.
There'll be trouble if anyone dares!"
Then silence ensued.
In a house full of kids,
That's the most disconcerting of sounds.
I mounted the stairs,
And burst into the room
And in horror I looked all around.
The bedpost was snapped,
All the posters were ripped,
And the carpet was covered in books.
The lightshade was hanging
At forty degrees,
And the curtains had come off their hooks.
"No dinner for you!
I will take all your toys,
And you'll have to go early to bed!"
And that was the last time
I trusted my kids.
Now I'm trusting my instincts instead.