Country Mischief Poem by Monica Engeler

The days have gone loud and crazy.
I am always searching for a tease.
No day goes by with out a weep,
But causing trouble was my fancy.

When I was at the witty age of ten,
My family went on a drive outside town.
A ride in the country can make you frown.
There’s nothing to do but lay in the den.

I wish somebody would come and play.
Maybe throw a baseball or a basketball.
My brother and I had each other for ball.
I sat musing about fun things for that day.

Life in the realm was diverse to me.
Please, I don’t know how to milk a cow.
Somebody show me how to use a plow.
But the land was ever beautiful and free.

Looking for amusement wasn’t hard to find.
My brother stood by his bed staring at me.
A loud giggle turned into hysterical screams.
I picked up the linen and threw them high.

My brother joined in the crazy bed game.
Then the wide open window looked so great.
I took my sheets and threw them out the pane.
I chuckled louder and louder, oh to shame!

A defiant brother and a wild sister are sporting.
There were two unruly siblings in one room.
Both were laughing and snickering until noon.
It was hard to figure neither ended up snorting.

The afternoon shades turned to darkness.
And still there was disorder in our space.
The fun somehow didn’t end in this place.
Then father slammed the door in soreness.

There will be no more hurrahs for today.
Oh! What a troublesome little girl and boy.
There were spread cloths, towels and toys.
And where were the bed sheets to say?

Runny eyes directed the where about.
Torn sheets tangled out of the bay.
Blankets lay outside on the roadway.
Suddenly a little laughter cried out.

My parents ended up joining the pun.
How can two little kids create such a mess?
Both my parents stared with a sigh at best.
Oh please forgive, we were just having fun.