29 November 2012
This is one that I wrote in honor of my youngest brother and the many times he's been in trouble.
My mother told me "Child, you must come in and go to bed! Please, don't make me count down from three to one!" I then told her "Momma dear, although I heard what you just said, I must stay out, for I am having too much fun". . . . Mother stopped and then she stared, and then she spoke a single word A word that quickly stomped out all my glee. The dark and dreary, dreadful phrase that I at that time heard Was the doleful incantation of Mother's "Three". . . . Yet still, in all my folly, my feet refused to go back home A choice that, to this day, I still must rue. The next word my mother spoke, the one that chilled me to the bone Was the fearful utterance of the word "Two". . . . An yet, for reasons still unknown, I had to stay outside When reason said 'twas inside I should run. To anyone who reads this, I say "You must decide, To return, before Mother gets to 'One'". . . . Now my tale is told in stories, with the horror of my fate To make sure that all the naughty children see. Now this is my message, although for me it is too late. Please, never make your Mother count past "Three"
What Happens When You Get To Three? • Opuss № I