and Dad have gone to bed,
The house is draped in dark―
Two stealthy boys creep down the stairs
Preparing to embark.
A mop and broom is what they seek
Behind a closet door,
Yet they will leave both stringy ends
Abandoned on the floor.
with sticks, they climb again
And slip into their room
Excited o'er what fun awaits
With bed knobs, mop, and broom.
Broomsticks change to dueling swords
The pirates wield with ease
Until one victor is proclaimed
The Master of the Seas.
A bed knob fixed atop a stick
Becomes a wizard's wand
To battle minions of the dark
And evil creatures spawned.
Eight bed knobs fly across the room
As volleyed cannon balls
Which sometimes sink each other's bed
Or bounce off nearby walls.
Approaching footfalls in the hall
Prompt midnight games to stop―
They screw the bed knobs back in place
And hide the broom and mop.
Despite the battles they have won
And all the fun they had,
They know their mom will still be Mom
And Dad will still be Dad.