The Gift
"Gwanny" he trilled
Jublant in his joy
She braced herself
Never knowing what his boy
Would do next.
Yet she heeded when he called
"Come to the fwont porch."
She went, her hands balled into fists as
She crept outside to see
What his gift was this time
That caused him such glee.
Just as she stepped out
The little blued-eyed rake
Pulled out his pocket
A long green snake.
"I bwought you a pwesent
you can keep as a pet."
We'll not say what happened next
But the front porch was wet.
Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2011
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