The Frying Pan Of Fear

So, you were out late tonight
You walk the streets seeing no light
You`re heading for your house as the moons shines bright
The party was so cool you stayed after midnight.

You know what your mother said
That you never should be out late
Tomorrow`s a big day, she said
We`re going to get granny a new bed.

But you didn`t care, who would in fact?
You said: 'Yes mummy' with your fingers crossed
'Can I please go now?' 'Yes, you can
But don`t do any of the things I ban.'

'Yes mummy, you said, I`ll be good'
And you left the house in a good mood
Schoolwork lately had been kinda stressful
And those bad marks you got made you fell awful.

Ok so the party was awesome
The guy you met was very handsome
But did you forget how time runs away
When you`re feelin` good, like you`ve felt today?

Now you walk the empty streets
When the city sleeps
You`re making up excuses for being late
A bus ran you over, or did you meet aunt Kate?

Forget about everything, you`re at your house
You try to sneak in as quiet as a mouse
You step....But what`s that? The thing that you hear?
BANG! You`ve been punished by the frying pan of fear

You feel your head as it had been
Ran over by a rugby team
You can`t remember anything, except
`Been hit in the head with no regret

You`ve learned your lesson, I suppose
If you are late again, you`ll have no nose,
No head, no mouth, who would in fact,
Going through such a terrible attack?

Hey kids, I beg you, please, be wise!
And mark my words as strong advice
Don`t stay at the party the whole night
`Cuz what you`ll get home will be no delight.

Hey kids, the cookie maker`s days have ended
The modern mums have now a secret weapon
For courage they won`t need a beer
`Cuz if you`re late again they`ll hit you with
THE FRYING PAN OF FEAR!!!


Here`s a poem I wrote for the Creative Writing Class.
P.S.: cookie maker = făcăleţ( I think this is the right word....)
Feel free to correct me.