Pillow Fun Poem by Monica Engeler

Back when I was at the age of ten,
I loved to jump up and down on my bed.
It was best when mom and dad were away.
There was nobody to tell me how to behave.

I really adore both my parents ever so dear,
But when the sitter came, there was no fear.
That cot in my room stood there staring at me.
I looked forward to hop on it and play, you see.

I shut the port and turned up the stereo sound.
Then dashed on my bed and set out to bounce.
At half past 8 my brother entered the bed game,
And the rest of the evening went wildly insane.

At the end of a cot, lay two fluffy down cushions.
Can you guess what arose with two imaginations?
Both of us bang a ranged with those big pillows.
The fluff flew all about the massy bungalow.

Only empty cases remained at nighttime.
Holes punctured through the satin white.
My place was no longer a soft neat flat.
Not much sleep tonight for us at that.

Sheets and blankets twisted out of line.
I found myself all twined at midnight.
A sudden chill filled the frazzled environ.
No longer did my comforter lie around.

When my parents returned to our place,
They found my room a messy space.
I lay over the uncool white bed sheets
And feathers were all over my bare feet.

The babysitter sat in the living room crying.
Both kids blasted music and were pillow fighting.
Sadly there was no place for her to baby sit
She just sat and watched with a fidgety fit.

Well if I ever wish to pillow fight again,
I’d create the game exactly the same,
Hide away from the sitter that night,
And disobey orders of any kind of in sight.