New Family Protocol

I was lying on the ground, in my camo coverall,
Looking all small, chubby sure, but definitely not tall,
When I noticed the beautiful rainbow-like waterfall,
And could not help but wonder at familial protocol.
What would do my mischievous cousin ornery Paul?
Would he dance and sing in this gorgeous blue waterfall?
Family dynamics being delicately what they are and all,
So to honor my relatives, I danced and sang in the waterfall,
So now, of course, this is a new family protocol
Regardless of the protests of my Uncle Saul.
So now here I lie, soaking wet, uncomfortable, in my coverall,
Wishing I would have used a bit of restraint after all.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Faulkner Avatar
October 26, 2018 at 10:48 PM
Funny, you don't seem to have much use for restraint-
Krutsinger Avatar
October 27, 2018 at 6:27 AM
Michelle, I had to wear a glove on my left hand for an entire year when I was in the first grade at the great idea of my teacher and the support of my mother so I would not be left handed. I have NO use at all for restraint.
Kiser Avatar
October 24, 2018 at 2:43 PM
How wild...the good news is that you will dry out...eventually. This was great; very funny.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 24, 2018 at 4:04 PM
I have two overalls in my closet, and I know from experience - especially from snow drift play, when they get soaking wet, it is uncomfortable, and you need to go inside and try to be a grown up.
Mcferran Avatar
October 24, 2018 at 10:32 AM
heeheehee! ;D Fun ending to a very creative monorhyme!
Krutsinger Avatar
October 24, 2018 at 4:04 PM
And you know restraint is not my middle name, my friend.
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