I hear the words, “five more minutes,”
and I know that I have ten
since each time they say that
I know they’ve lied again.
So I put on my sad face
and sulk away to bed
pretending to believe them
while the plot forms in my head.
Well, on my way to slumber
I’ll claim that I got lost
and rip that carpet up
no matter what the cost.
Counting down the minutes
I hear the doorknob click
and think, they didn’t lie!
or perhaps this is a trick.
So I stop my deviant behavior
and bring back those sad, sad eyes
knowing that a treat will come
because I’ve got my good girl disguise.
Autumn Siders 