L Milton Hankins Poet Quintilla

Curfew

Midnight strikes the bewitching hour
Earlier, if she wants to not meet her father's dour,
When a virtuous daughter is expected to be home
And the young man not to be considered a gnome,
If not, all the relationships are likely to sour.

written February 1, 2021

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Bill Baker February 20, 2022 at 10:24 AM Life like poem, Milt. There's a lot of anxiety over curfews. Bill L Milton Hankins February 22, 2022 at 5:09 PM So true, Bill. Thanks for the read and your comment.

Caren Krutsinger February 3, 2022 at 8:05 AM Reminds me of the 1950's hit song "Wake Up Little Susie!" L Milton Hankins February 3, 2022 at 8:51 AM Sing on, friend!

Lindsay Laurie February 1, 2022 at 3:14 PM Hello Milton ... perhaps the girls father remembers what he used to get up to - thank you Milton - Lindsay L Milton Hankins February 1, 2022 at 3:28 PM Oh, I think that is always the case, Lindsay. Always!

Kim Rodrigues February 1, 2022 at 3:06 PM Never thought about that souring hour! Hmm… L Milton Hankins February 1, 2022 at 3:29 PM Most young ladies don't, I suspect.