Good Girl

I hear the words, “five more minutes,”

and I know that I have ten

since each time they say that

I know they’ve lied again.

So I put on my sad face

and sulk away to bed

pretending to believe them

while the plot forms in my head.

Well, on my way to slumber

I’ll claim that I got lost

and rip that carpet up

no matter what the cost.

Counting down the minutes

I hear the doorknob click

and think, they didn’t lie!

or perhaps this is a trick.

So I stop my deviant behavior

and bring back those sad, sad eyes

knowing that a treat will come

because I’ve got my good girl disguise.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016
Good Girl

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