A Poem
“Feet in the sheets and head on the bed.
The day is done,” my mother said.
“Feet in the sheets and head on the bed.
It’s time for bed my sleepy head.”
But I’m not sleepy. I’ll stay up late.
Who wants to sleep at half past eight?
I want to play! I want to color!
I’ll read some books with my big brother!
I’ll sing some songs and play with my bears
When Mom’s not looking, I’ll sneak downstairs
To watch a movie I’m not allowed to
With fighting and bad words, but only a few.
And when they catch me… I heard a noise!
I’m thirsty. My knee hurts. I’m scared of my toys!
Can I sleep in your bed, just for a minute?
I don’t like my bed, there’s no one else in it.
Will you lie down with me? We can count sheep.
Will you tickle my back until I’m asleep?
“Back in your room, little munchkin man.
Shut off the lights and turn on your fan.”
“Feet in the sheets and head on the bed.
The day is done,” my mother said.
“Feet in the sheets and head on the bed
It’s time for dreams my sleepy head.”