A True Story

Who's that running over there,

With bits of cheese mashed in her hair?

Fingers sticky still from lunch,

And underfoot I hear a crunch!

Now she's emptying out the drawers,

Tossing books out on the floor,

CRASH, BANG, BOOM!! There go the blocks!

It's like a race against the clock,

To make the biggest mess she can,

Appears to be her master plan.

Puzzles, teacups, tamourine,

Princess wand from Halloween,

Sticker books and toys galore,

Things I'd never seen before!

"STOP!" I shout, "Hands up right now!

Don't touch another ball or cow!

March yourself right over here,

There's something Mommy must make clear."

And just as she's within my grip,

She turns and with a sneer of lip,

Catches what my eye had spied,

Although I'd done my best to hide,

But twas too late, she'd seen it too,

And all that there was left to do,

Was grab that bowl of cheezie snacks,

And with a flurry of ka-whacks,

She launched that dish up in the air,

And sent those cheese crumbs everywhere!

"ArGhhHhhh!!"

She sees the game is done,

And so she breaks into a run,

Off she goes, in a mad dash-a,

A little imp whose name is Kasia.