Open Poetry #34 |
I didn't do it. |
J. K. Mitchell Member
since 2002-01-12
Posts 311GA |
Peanut butter smeared on his face Juice spilled all over the floor Innocence shining in his eyes A blank look on his face As he tells me sincerely "I didn't do it." Toys strewed across the floor Crayon marks on the wall He looks the picture of perfection As he tells me "It wasn't me." Torn between anger and laughter And he knows it He'll say anything to make me laugh Knowing once I laugh his punishment will be less severe. Bad boy But I love him still Even if he did do it. |
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They indeed use that heartstring, and they do it often, no matter what age... We've missed you, Jacqueline. Welcome home! |
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