Two of my three boys could easily claim the title of the King of Mischief. Bo is still a little young at 17 months, but he may decide to follow in his brother’s footsteps someday. Ah, the power of example. Or perhaps just the nature of boys… No matter what the secret behind the mischief is, or how crazy it makes me, (or how many bugs are dropped in my soup…) I somehow still love them and stick around. I must be crazy. Or just a mom. 🤣
Hello there, I’m the King of Mischief
And I’d like to welcome you to my lair.
I give you now fair warning
That you watch yourself with care.
Because if your not too careful,
The thing is that you just might,
Take a step where you don’t want to be
And end up in my sight.
And then you never know just what
May befall itself on you.
Like a steady stream of water
Or a ball that I just threw.
Maybe bugs will find their way
In the food that you just ate.
Perhaps the food will disappear
You thought was waiting on your plate.
Maybe my face will find it’s way
Right in front of you
As you try to take a picture of
The view in front of you.
And with your favorite tools I’ll use
Them to make my masterpiece.
I may also use a permanent pen
And on the car I’ll write police.
Perhaps you’ll open up to find
Last night I made a meal
And looking at the mess I left
Will leave you confused at how you feel.
Or maybe one day you’ll look and find
I wore your shoes to do my chores.
Then I climbed up on the counter
And got there by climbing all the drawers.
But maybe a loving note from me
Someday you may just find.
I’ll probably use your favorite pens –
For I know that you won’t mind.
For I’m the King of Mischief
And I’m glad you’re in my lair
For no matter what the things I do
I know you’ll always care.