Why We Do It
“Why did you color on the wall?
Why is the cat painted green?
Why did you cut your sister’s hair?
Lance, are you listening to me?
Why is your pillow in the toilet?
Why is there ice cream on the floor?
Why is the dog bowl filled with cake?
Why is there sharpie on the door?
Why are the windows glued shut?
Why is your bed filled with leaves?
Why did you take your winter coats and
Cut off all of the sleeves?”
His mom screamed, “Why do you do it?
Do you just like to hear me shout?”
“Of course not, mom, I did it,” Lance said,
“Because I didn’t think you’d find out.”
