once, when i was around thirteen years of age (or so)
i had to dry the dishes (a chore i hated so)

why should i be workin' when i could be out playin'
no choice--my parents i had better be obeyin'

see, that was way before there were any spankin' laws
no questions--no hestitations--better be no pause

my folks weren't mean, but i better do what they say
or there was goin' to be serious hell to pay

i smiled sweetly..."i'll get right on 'em," what i said
while thinkin' ugly vile *nasty* thoughts in my head

i'd better not roll my eyes--i did that once before
i found myself pickin' myself up off of the floor

there i was...doin' a chore i honestly hated
'course...bein' a teen, on my nerves any chore grated

dryin' dishes...they were yellow plastic UGLY things
practically unbreakable...harder than anything

suddenly...one fell out of my hands, bounced on the floor
split right down the middle...this hadn't happened before

*ohcrud* *ohdang* methinks i'm in a heap of trouble
i had better hide the evidence on the double!!

there was this box my dad had, of his time in the war
he seldom went through it--into it the dish i stored

i sweated it out, but my parents didn't suspect
*whew* i had gotten away with it...the plan, perfect

i worried over nothing, then forgot about it
two years passed by--and that is when everything hit

dad decided to go through his box...i loved to help
from under some stuff, he pulled out this dish...and i yelped

he asked, "how in the world did this dish get in this box?"
BUSTED! "i did it," i said, "thought i had you out-foxed."

"when did you do this?" he asked, a weird look on his face
"ohhhh...'bout two years ago...you thought the dish was misplaced."

my dad couldn't get mad...he started laughing instead
*and here i was worried that he would kill me...stone dead*
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and here i thought i'd carried out the perfect plan. :)

one thing i learned: you can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can't fool your parents at all! :)

hope you enjoyed this true story...shows you i'm not perfect, and never will be.

another lesson learned: what is unbreakable, usually breaks. some day...it will break.

and another lesson: i've quit hiding the evidence. :)

(((HUGS))) and love,

karla. :)