Bedtime Delight
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When bedtimes comes, we do not moan or cry.
Do our parents know what we are up to?
Under a blanket, my siblings and I -
we’re reading a book, and it is brand new!
Do our parents know what we are up to?
With little light, we’re up late into night.
We’re reading a book, and it is brand new.
How we love good stories. They’re our delight.
With little light, we’re up late into night -
under a blanket , my siblings and I.
How we love good stories. They’re our delight.
When bedtime comes, we do not moan or cry.
June 5, 2021
For Eve Roper's Pantoum Rhyme Poetry Contest
based on picture #3
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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