I find you in all kinds of places,
Cozy, little, hiding spaces.
Cornered with your little schemes–
Mischief (one of many themes).
Huddled just behind the door—
And only you can say what for.
Under beds, half awake—
Giggling on a daydream break.
Crouched inside your quiet nook–
Lost in pages of a book.
Each spot is chosen well,
But they all have a little tell.
And once found, you seem surprised,
That your secret has been compromised!
Quickly, Pappa pulls the plunger back,
And the ball shoots up with a very loud WHACK!
The table’s alive with color and light,
But Pappa has to keep the ball in sight.
Soon the metal ball finds bumpers at the top,
Bumping back and forth—will it ever stop?
Oh! But now it’s rolling down our way,
And Pappa has to keep the ball in play!
Whew! He strikes the button on his right,
And the little ball is back in flight—
Up a ramp, around a curve,
Hitting targets with every swerve.
The speeding ball is hard to track,
And then I hear a deafening CRACK!
But Pappa’s smiling from ear to ear,
And “REPLAY” is announced for all to hear.
Pappa’s good, a Wizard—I have no doubt;
But eventually even his talents wear out.
The screen above records his high score,
But, of course, the Wizard just wants more!
Farfar likes Sudoku,
Any time of day.
He can surely teach me
Exactly how to play.
A game with numbers–
One through nine.
Each number must appear
Once in every line.
Oh no! This sounds very tough!
I’m definitely not old enough!
First, I’ll learn to count to 10,
Then I’ll try Sudoku once again.
Mommy cannot see me!
For I’m hidden very well.
So, I’ll just stand still and wait,
Until she starts to yell,
“Josie, where’d you go?”
And then I’ll take the blanket,
And throw it on the ground,
And only then will I be found!