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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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