My mother’s reading Monster Tree
with Benjamin upon her knee,
and she is just ignoring me.
I sneak up, creep up, quietly,
And hide behind the blue settee,
But she is still ignoring me.
When I am sure that she won’t see,
I drop a worm into her tea.
Perhaps she’ll stop ignoring me.
As Mother shrieks, I start to flee.
I’ve never seen her this angry.
At last, she stopped ignoring me.
“That was naughty, Barnaby!
No food for you and no TV!”
Too bad she’s not ignoring me.
Poem ©2012 Rebecca Colby
Image ©2012 Kate Pankhurst