Scrambled speech for the Moms

poem in rhyming quatrains

 

Scrambled speech

 

My youngest child was heard to boast

She’d eaten strangled eggs on toast

Her little friends were horrified.

Although her older brother tried.

 

To rectify the child’s mistake

His explanations did not make.

The slightest bit of difference.

The situation remained tense.

 

They said she was a murderer

 and they refused to play with her

His words had fallen deaf ears

 So she ran home to me in tears.

 

I cuddled her and held her close

I didn’t smile though heaven knows.

My sense of humour made it hard

 a tearful smile was my reward.

 

Tomorrow is another day.

 Her little friends will come to play

 their childish games in my back lot

By then, they too will have forgot.

 

15/07/2009

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