Mommy is always asking what do I know. . .

What do I know about the yellow
Crayon marks on the wall?
What do I know about the Jello
That’s oozing down the hall?

What do I know about my big toe
Painted all blue with ink?
What do I know about the old slow
Turtle who’s in our sink?

What do I know about the rainbow
Sherbet that’s all gone?
What do I know bout the backhoe
That’s digging up our lawn?

What do I know about our dog Bo
Who has been shaved completely bare?
What do I know, how’d the couch grow
All of that pretty new hair?

What do I know about the red snow
And where is the spaghetti sauce jar?
What do I know about the mashed po
Tatoes in Mommy’s car?

What do I know about the news show
They want to film us at four?
What do I know about the green glow
That’s coming from our basement floor?

What do I know about the Van Gogh
Charged to Mom’s credit card?
What do I know about the rhino
Who’s out in our backyard?

What do I know?
Not all that much
But one thing I know in my heart
With all of these questions. . .

Mommy sure must think
That I’m really smart!
~Jeff Mondak