Mom

Mom, I feel like watching a cartoon  

Slap happy, I feel good. 

Panty hose over my head 

No more guns, no more dead 

So I’ll raid the fridge instead. 

Saturday I couldn’t wait to play, 

With toys I used to hate. 

Now, without those little pistols, 

I rather get kissed 

By the skin of my teeth  

A bullet must have missed.