Paul Bell Poet Free verse

Odds

She’s pregnant with guilt

Deep inside in turmoil 

Two minutes of lust

Off the cusp

Makes the colour of little Johnny

A lottery must

50 50 odds of despair

She could see it now

Driven out shamed and bared

Little Johnny turned out alright

The odds in favour

He turned out white

Loving husband unaware

Time moved on without a care

Back in the sack

With husband Jack

A wry smile

Wish he was black.

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Sara Kendrick July 7, 2025 at 4:48 PM Well, I could translate that last line in so many ways. She would have some explaining to do if he was. LOL..Thanks for sharing the humor. Sara K Paul Bell July 8, 2025 at 11:16 AM Love to be a fly on the wall with that conversation.

Andrea Dietrich June 11, 2025 at 1:14 PM haha. that last line was a great twist Paul Bell June 14, 2025 at 6:53 AM She's a lucky girl.