Mischief during midterm break

Midterm is a bad idea

This is my dad’s opinion

What else has the power to transform

This sweet boy into a minion?

So, I was supposed to sleep

‘til seven or ‘til eight

A sunrise drum-roll I thought good

Now the drums are out the gate

Breakfast seemed a good idea

For everyone in bed

The kitchen in a mess I left

And out the door I fled

Into the garden I did go

Garden sheers in hand

To prune the roses for my mom

Now there’s nothing left but sand

My doggy, Roxy helped me dig

She was full of mud

I quickly poured her a bubble-bath

The house was then in flood

What is a boy supposed to do

Water flowing down the hall?

I skated like a real old pro

And never once did fall

My parents rose eventually

Speechless at the sight

My mommy climbed right back in bed

My dad still stunned with fright

Of course this poem exaggerates

Dad says its only play

But now that I am back at school

For my teachers he will pray