Mr Mascellani's Musings

One evening
as Steve is feeding the chickens
there comes a sudden rap
a-tap-tap on his bedroom door.

"What are you doing in there?"
"Err, um, nothing, mum."

His mother goes downstairs.
“He’s doing ‘nothing’, again.”
“Don’t worry, darling” says Steve’s dad.
as he turns on the living room lights
“It’s just a stage,
when I was his age
I was doing ‘nothing’
morning, noon, and night.”