Pretenders To the Throne

With shouts of glee, twin hellions fled across the park while I would tread behind them. Always it was me who had responsibility of them, who acted so ill-bred. They wouldn’t heed one word I said, and I would watch them as they sped on skateboards, weaving recklessly with shouts of glee. But then at night, with stories read, they’d sleep like “princes” in their bed. And Mom and Dad would both agree they were so sweet. . . All I could see were imps who’d wake to cause me dread with shouts of glee! April 19, 2022 For Regina McIntosh's Your Favorite Theme Poetry Contest