Bedtime Poem

Bedtime Poem

She wiggles to and off, around the bed,
Then on his lap she sits, always bouncing,
While he reads the idea she made up in his head
On the magnadoodle nothing-into-something.

She’s tired, but not, and bounds into bed:
Tuck me in, my light on. Go to sleep!
She always wants something, no, wait, nothing.
A spanking. She cries, then lays down her head.

Asleep, she dreams of something-from-nothing,
While a mom and dad chuckle, then sleep.