Five past eight

Beds untidy and mum scolds,
frowns 'it's eight o'clock.'
the clock ticks the moment
she express annoyance
before flight, next five minutes
she left and messy beds
leave untouched.

At night pranks are pulled
before the pillow fight starts,
by non-sleepers who turns
things wild till raining feathers
from pillow filled the room
like falling leaves of weather,
More like snow in heat during
time of five past eight.

Crumpled mattress on the floor
with bed laid of scrumbled
blanket, pillows are lost
but Mum isn't witness
when left five minutes ago.
She return
and looked more stern,
but let it slide and go
when surrender
to replying them,
'It's early to sleep.'

It's their victorious
night and they took
this moment of time
the winners in the bedroom
who have happy day
during daytime,
they've engage
water fight Mum allows
she don't have to spend
a dime,
they are her boys
she love they are triplets
but next hour
silence dies when they slept.

By Petal