When will sleep subdue this noisy cub?
It's 10 p.m., but still she wants to take
her seventy-one-piece tea set in the tub.
This is what she wants, and here's the rub:
Until she's all played out she'll stay awake.
Oh when will sleep subdue this noisy cub?
She'll scream if I (before that final glub
of water down the drain) should undertake
to lift her precious tea set from the tub.
She's belting out a tuneless rub-a-dub--
the tiles echo till my eardrums ache.
I might assuage my dolor at the pub,
but cannot here shake off the urge to break
She's out now, but she cries for frosted flakes.
The bathroom floor's an unnamed little lake.
I fish her floating tea things from the tub.
Tim J. Myers is the author of Glad to Be Dad: A Call to Fatherhood, published by Familius