The Scare Poem by Philip Doolittle

I woke up; I sat upright; for I had heard a noise that night.
Slowly looking round, I saw a shadow creeping through the hall.
While quietly following, I thought I heard a sound like a rapid shot.
So I rushed to the kitchen, but I saw not a single soul at all.
But wait! There was a glass cup on the floor, all broken up.
So, obviously, the noisy sound came from the cup. And then I frowned.
Who on earth could be doing this all? Wait, someone’s coming down the hall!
So I hid. The culprit turned on the light, and what I saw was a surprising sight.
To my surprise, it was my dad! But before I became exceedingly glad,
He said, “I need to wake the others up. I wonder if I broke our best cup? ”