I pulled a rank and rotten prank
the most disgusting kind:
a fish’s head inside her bed
for mother dear to find.
I tried to keep myself from sleep
to hear her startled wail.
But nothing came, oh what a shame.
My prank had been a fail.
When I awoke, nobody spoke
about my wicked jest.
Just rolled along, like nothing’s wrong:
a day like all the rest.
And not a word was overheard
along the way to school.
The truth prevailed that I had failed
to make my mom the fool.
My thoughts astray in class that day,
my mind would not adjust:
I thought and thank of why my prank
had been a total bust.
At lunch, I learned, the trick returned:
my bag contained a bomb.
She’d packed the head, and note that said:
“Enjoy your fish. Love, Mom.”