10 In The Night Poem by George Savige

It was ten in the night
And the moon was out bright,
And the Johnson's had gone to work

The pots and pans
Were holding their hands
And oh what a wonderful perk,

The knives and a Fork
Were beginning to talk
And having a wonderful time

And the dishes and plates
Were all keeping their dates
While doing a song and a mime

Running and dancing
Singing and prancing
And zipping all over the room

A bright coloured chair
Made a wonderful pair
While dancing around with a broom

A little remote
Climbed out of his coat
And he pointed to start the TV

Then while they were dancing
And singing and prancing
In the door was a sound of a key

As quick as a flash
They all made a dash
To shelves, a cupboard or draw

A few seconds pass
And then there at last
They all heard the opening door

The TV was going
They lay there all knowing
They forgot to switch the thing off

But it was too late
They just had to wait
And they heard a gentleman’s cough

The Johnson's came in
and heard all the din
then started to argue and fight

hey you left it on
no you left it on
The TV’s been going all night

Well let's go to bed
The other one said
‘cause we aught to be sleeping today

So off they both went
The night was well spent
And the dishes all whispered hooray.