The Call of the Mild

His life as risky as a goldfish swimming in a bowl
  As a bunny living with momma in a rabbit hole
Never crossed a street without looking both ways
  An angel in school, drawing teachers' praise
 
One morning he awoke in a cold sweat
  His trusty alarm clock he'd forgotten to set
School would start in less than half an hour
  Without a balanced breakfast, his future looked dour

So he skipped the meal, threw on some clothes
  Caught a bus without fanfare or fuss
But as he got closer and closer to school
  He saw it was Sunday ~ Was he Mr. Cool
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Rodrigues Avatar
January 11, 2022 at 7:51 PM
I wasn’t expecting it to be Sunday! You did a great job of keeping us busy throughout your poem! Nice!
Kiser Avatar
January 11, 2022 at 4:25 PM
Surprise, surprise! He had a reprieve. Enjoyed.
Wolf Avatar
January 11, 2022 at 6:34 PM
Only a temporary reprieve, I fear. Back to his his high stress existence soon enough...
Krutsinger Avatar
January 11, 2022 at 1:11 PM
Oh man! That would be a relief, and yet, you'd be looking around to see who noticed.
Wolf Avatar
January 11, 2022 at 2:19 PM
Probably just as you predicted, O Swami.
Deo Avatar
January 10, 2022 at 9:46 PM
Nice Subday-school (?) surprise. A hearty breakfast ought to follow. Shalom shalom & thanx for YOUR WORDS, GW. peace
George Avatar
January 10, 2022 at 9:43 PM
I see a very naive fellow, staying in a rabbit hole with his protective mother, never being exposed to the harsh realities of life. The surprise ending made me me exclaim.... 'Yikes' . Really enjoyed !
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