Blue Water
the storm of blue water,
a day which will live in infamy.
the fear that clung to his little bum
as he raced into the hallway,
quivering, and i ask him what’s wrong.
he points at the princely seat,
“the water’s blue...the water’s blue”
his little scientific mind
saw this as a potential calamity.
now ten, this story would certainly beat
his face red.
4/17/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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