Play Possum
A game she had played every night
on guard for that opened-door light;
was quick to react,
cause it was a fact-
each time, it was somewhat a fright!
Cause, under the covers, you see,
'twas something, that just shouldn't be;
a light in her hand
hid like contraband
for something, she'd do happily.
At this hour, she should be asleep-
so that's why mom comes in to peep.
And to mom's surprise
closed tight are her eyes-
zonked out like she counted her sheep.
But, little did mom come to know
that hiding beneath the bed throw-
another good book
a light in the crook
for reading by her secret glow!
Play possum was her secret game;
close book and light- shut eyes became
for seven-year-old
worth its weight in gold
to do what she loved without blame!
October 19, 2021
First Place
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 26
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme 3: Play Possum
8 syllable lines, rhythm -/--/--/
5 syllable lines, rhythm -/--/
True! One of my granddaughters many years ago!
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