Dirty Vandalizer

Often things happen that are petty,

Yet they stir up things that are quite mighty.

For the Muse, Farris, I sing this song,

In hope this torture won't last her long.

So I beg for some inspiration today,

I hope that for a grade I get an A.

So oh Great One, what would possess,

A well-reared child to make a horrid mess.

Oh why would the caring mother shout,

And castigate the little sprout?

The night vanished with the emergence

of dawn.

And the sunlight shone on the dew covered

lawn.

The little child rose and opened his eyes,

As he heard from outside the gremlins cries.

He Gathered himself and went on his way,

To see if the gremlins wanted to play.

He went for the door but couldn't go any

farther,

Because he was stopped by his mother.

She said, "You'd better be on best of

behavior,

I want to take this free time to rest and

savor."

The boy smiled as he went outside,

And said, "All I'll do is play seek and go

hide."

He opened the door and said, "Bye."

As his mother laid back and closed her

weary eyes.

The boy and his friends ran off to play,

But they had a better idea than hide and seek

today.

They went off to play in the muddy stream,

When they saw it they all had a menacing

gleam.

They jumped in and rolled in the slimy mud,

In a matter of minutes they were covered in

crud.

When the boy was done playing with

the little gnomes,

He decided it was time to head on home.

He arrives home then opens the door.

And puts a muddy footprint on the living

room floor.

The mother awakes and looks at her son,

Then she realizes what he has just done.

She yells, "What have you done to my nice

clean floor?

Where no dirt or bug has ever been before!

I work hard all day while you go out to play,

And I'm so mad I don't care what you have

to say!

Now go to your room and clean up yourself,

And I don't want to see anymore of your

filth!"

He runs to his room keeping his mouth shut,

Because if he opens his mouth it'll be his

butt.

The mother looks and begins to vent,

Because she didn't know how to clean the

print.

She gets down and begins to scrub,

And it doesn't come out no matter how hard

she rubs.

She looks at the print and begins to critique,

And realizes that it's quite unique.

She now looks at the print as a work of

art.

And she likes it so much that with it she can't

part.

She used to think that the print would be a

shame.

But now she thinks it should bring fortune and

fame.