the monster

Waiting, Waiting
My patience swaying
Waiting, Waiting
When I could be playing
 

Sitting in this cold hard chair
Staring at that evil lair
I do not move, I do not dare
I know I’m in for a scare.
 

The kids go in and don’t come out.
I’ll be next there is no doubt.
Nevertheless, I will not cry, I will not pout.
I know what this is all about
 

This monster he is like no other
Meaner than a very ill mother
I’ll meet him one way or another.
To this I must say “oh brother”
 

I hope his punishment is bearable.
I hope it’s not too terrible
I know this will be unforgettable.
The monster of course is the principle