Three Little Girls

A trio of girls, two were five, and one three,

Playing as happily as they could be,

Lego and Playmobil, stuffies and more,

Building a fort and slamming some doors,

When Gramma had checked on them, naught was awry,

Just three little faces, six innocent eyes,

And then as it happens, sometimes when you blink,

Three little girls, whilst getting a drink,

Decided that they could see great times ahead,

If they pulled out the water stored under the bed!

It took all their strength, they pulled and they strained,

Then grinned at each other, said, “Let’s make it rain!”

And quick as a blink, they were dousing the mat,

Each other, the bedclothes, and even the cat!

Cause 24 bottles can cause quite a lot

Of trouble, when three little girls hatch a plot!

We adults were upstairs just playing card games,

With nothing more thoughtful than winning, our aim,

Till a three-year-old showed up all dripping and wet,

As soaked as a small person ever could get,

Then the mad scramble as fathers jumped up,

And hurried to check on the two other pups,

I likely don’t have to explain all the rest,

How the dad’s gave a lecture, whilst drying the nest,

While Gramma just laughed and stayed out of the fray,

Chalked it up to experience—just one more day.

But I will say this: When kids play and dads clean…

The carpet in there is the cleanest it’s been!