"Wicked!"

Huzband giving me various instructions at bedtime:
Close the door.
Swithch off the T.V.
Put on the night light.
Swithch off the light.

What do I do?
I do all the first three.
I Smile sweetly, & hop into bed.
I Don't turn off the lights!

He does, getting out of his warm corner,
which he was trying to avoid in the first place!

Wicked me is wickedly happy!

Had I been featuring in a daily soap,
the background score would have been:
"Wicked!"