"I cannot go to bed,
it's 9 pm", I said.
Just one more time
the clock should chime,
for me to go to bed.

My mother came out,
with a horrible shout,
"you have to got bed,
it's too late", she said.
But I don't want to go to bed.

So happily, I stared
at the TV, and declared,
"I will never go to bed!"
Then my dad's face went scarlet red.
But still I need not go to bed.

"You must tidy up this whole mess!"
He said; eyes fixed at the peices of chess.
My instincts worked with a pop,
I ran, but I did not stop,
to go back to bed.