Early To Bed - Poem by Biswajit Basu
Pete was on the phone,
Mary scrubbed the floor clean,
Lil Danny sucked his thumbs,
A normal domestic scene.
Or so it would appear,
But the undercurrents of tension were emphatic,
As Mary and Pete noted in dismay,
That Danny was temporarily insomniatic.
A torrid night they had planned,
Erotic in extreme,
And here was this horrible boy,
Turning divine pleasures into a distant dream.
They thought of scolding him,
Even spanking him black and blue,
But Danny glowed and gurgled,
And they didn'nt have a clue what to do.
Surely the time will come,
When to go to sleep he must,
They decided to wait it out,
In this hope and trust.
But our dear Danny,
Simply refused to play ball,
He glowed and gurgled far into the night,
And even crawled round the hall.
Exhausted from their daily jobs,
Slowly Mary began to listlessly doze,
Lying on the sofa,
She was soon snoring through her nose.
And our dear friend Pete,
Languished on his rocking chair,
Reading a book that now lay on his chest,
To wake him you wouldn't dare.
Danny the insomniac,
Saw his parents in slumber very deep
And now since the whole house was quiet.
Decided the time had come to sleep.
So now to the end of my story we reach,
And to the moral of my tale,
Every young parent wanting a family to make,
Must not allow children to stay awake.
They must put all their children early to bed,
When they want to do things flirty,
And remember that your parents you must not mock,
Because you went to bed latest by seven thirty.
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