Early Sunday Morning

Early Sunday morning

When my parents were asleep

I snuck out of my bedroom

To the kitchen I did creep

I went into the cupboard

And I got some peanut butter.

I was oh, so careful

Not to wake my mother.

With the sticky icky peanut butter

Stuck to me like fudge

I tried to shake my brother

But Tommy wouldn't budge.

When I whispered in his ear,

He was still asleep

So I crawled upon his tummy

And I tickled both his feet

First I heard him grumble

And he chased me down the stairs

And grabbed me by the ear lobe

And tried to pull my hair.

He hit him in the tummy

And he tried to grab my face

And round and round the house

We both began to chase.

I went and got some ice cream

And poured it in his hair

Then he threw an apple at me

So I hit him with a pear.

The eggs were hurled across the room

I hid behind the chairs.

And Tommy ran right after me

When I ran up the stairs.

We were hanging on the curtains

When our parents saw us there,

With chocolate on our underwear

And ice cream in our hair.

There was chocolate on the couch

And eggs upon the chairs

Tomatoes on the door

There was ketchup on the stairs,

Milk spilt on the floor,

Curtains ripped and torn,

Peanut butter on the rug,

And our pajamas torn

Our Daddy was so angry.

Mom yelled at both of us.

She said we had to clean up.

There was nothing to discuss.

So now on Sunday mornings

When my parents are asleep

Sometimes I still get hungry

And I want something to eat.

Early Sunday mornings

When my parents are asleep,

I sneak out of my bedroom

To the kitchen I still creep.

I go into the cupboard

And I get some peanut butter

But I'm oh, so careful

Not to wake my mother