Fingers under the door

Ahh peace once more but how long for? maybe a second before I am beckoned, I'll take a quick peek on my phone while I'm on my own

Here they come and I'm yet to even wipe my bum, They are sitting outside on the floor, I can see little fingers under the door, Can't you go ask your dad? I say trying not to sound mad

I can't hear a sound, no kids moving around, to myself I smile and hope this lasts a while, okay maybe not, oh I swear I'm going to loose the plot

Mum are you still on the loo because I really need a poo.