Where Are The Snacks?
Where Are The Snacks?
Today in the morning,
Mum was in a mood,
She glared at us suspiciously
And I knew that I was screwed.
As soon as I finished my breakfast,
She made a declaration,
‘Someone’s been polishing off all the snacks at night,
And now we have to ration!”.
All eyes threw daggers at me,
“Don’t hold me responsible!”
I retorted indignantly.
I decided I would camp out in the pantry that night.
The clock struck twelve and I was jolted out of my sleep,
By the crinkling of cellophane,
‘HA!’ I shouted as I ambushed the intruder,
He dropped his candy cane.
I shone my flashlight in his face…
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
For Dad was standing in front of me,
As if he was paralyzed!
“Dad!” I whispered in shock,
“What’re you doing here?”
“Er… nothing.” He said shiftily,
But on his face, there was a little fear.
I put two and two together,
“You’re supposed to be on a DIET!”,
I exclaimed vehemently,
He looked at me shamefully, though he was quiet.
“Well… can you keep my secret?”, he pleaded to me,
I had no other choice but to agree.
From then on, I held my dad’s secret,
And life carried on,
My mother never found out
How the snacks had gone.