How Can I Be Diplomatic
How can I put this in a diplomatic way?
I stared at my new beau. Just say it.
They are odd, weird, freaks.
Are they axe murderers?
Not that I know of
Then I will come home with you on Thanksgiving.
Upon arrival there was a loud crash.
It sounded like sixty pieces of glass.
Cats ran off in three directions.
DUCK! Someone yelled. A stack of robotics fell onto the couch.
Another person came running in holding a car battery.
What did you do to my tower?
“Would you like dessert?” His mother asked me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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