Curtis Johnson Poet Acrostic

Mischief

Most of the time, according to reports from back home,                                                                                        I must say that I was a rather well-behaved kid growing up.

Simpler were those times when kids learned to respect their elders.                                                                        Creeks and irrigation ponds were places to both work and keep cool.

Home was often the center of mischief, but dad always settled the issue.                                                                         Ill manners could be solved by neighbors and later also reported to parents.

Eyes in stealth like spy cameras were everywhere and fixated on every kid.                                                      Families are havens of love but can also be dysfunctional and hope-deprived.

09072018PoSoupContest, A Form Of Mischief, Nina Parmenter                                                                     Original form: Acrostic; Change: Double spaced with 8 line Couplet Form

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Andrea Dietrich September 7, 2018 at 5:36 PM Mischief and manners the theme in your clever take on this challenge, Curtis.