Caren Krutsinger Poet Curtal Sonnet

Ready To Confess

Cop stopped us and we were guilty as truth.
I thought I might need some money for bail.
But God had better plans for I am blessed.
Batted our eyes, which always works for Ruth.
A fine supersized fantastical tale
supressed


All my crazy friends were blitzed, broke and tanned.
Others at this point might have been depressed.
Inebriated, I began to wail
I caught myself before I broke down and
confessed


Written 11-16-2020
Contest: "The Speaker" Curt Sonnet
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables.com 
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick

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Andrea Dietrich November 22, 2020 at 5:52 PM Loved reading this one, Karen. Congrats for the win.

Sara Kendrick November 21, 2020 at 1:54 AM Congrats on your winner. We all make mistakes in our lives. I am glad that you lived to overcome to tell the tale. Sara Caren Krutsinger November 21, 2020 at 12:43 PM Thank you so much my friend with your patience with me as I tried this form several times before I "got it right".

Kim Rodrigues November 17, 2020 at 6:29 PM Fun wordsmithing! Hopefully but a tale. Caren Krutsinger November 18, 2020 at 5:55 AM It is SO just a tale. I only drank once and that was in college and I got so sick it was only once,