Quoth My Daddy Nevermore
Once upon a midnight chilly, on a ladder acting silly,
to my bedroom up I climbed and through my window slid.
Moonlight through my bedroom flickered. To myself I softly snickered,
feeling sure that once again my parents--oh, so clueless--did
not know my deeds. I heard a knock and under covers hid.
Dad stormed in with nails and hammer; then ensued a fearsome clamor
as with seven nails he sealed my window and my fate.
Then he wheeled around revealing ire that woke in me a feeling
I would sneak out nevermore. Now weekends at home, I hate.
October 5, 2018, entered in Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle XI
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