A Poetry Pickle

These past few weeks have been tricky. The chicken pox has been cycling through the family- one child at a time for the past three weeks. Jason is busy with marking for the next batch of report cards at work...and I am trying to keep up with it all and stay sane. Admittedly at times I have come up short. I know that my three munchkins don't mean to be troublesome, but being so active and imaginative sometimes just leads down that road. I try and remind myself that they have a very different perspective than me. Which is why coming across this poem that I wrote awhile ago made me smile.

Grumpy Mum

Oh grumpy Mum, my grumpy Mum,
A grumpy mum is never fun.
Whenever my mum's on the grumpy side
It's a good idea to run and hide!

I do not see her cause to shout,
Why should I not keep my toys out?
I did not want to give her grief
And so I kept my shouting brief.

I went and made myself a snack
But how could I put all that stuff back?
I thought I'd help out in the yard,
(I did not mean to pull so hard).

I really am not being bad
So how come Mum is just so mad?
I put my brother in timeout,
But now my Mum can't get him out!

Oh grumpy Mum, my grumpy Mum,
When she's like this she's never fun.
And though I've tried, as hard as can be...
I can't see why she's mad at me.