The Innocent Chocolate Crook
Where is the cake that I left on my plate?
It was there when I went to the gate.
I’ll never know, but there is a face aglow
With a beam, and a mouth full of cream.
Who ate the food from the cat’s dish?
It was there when I called for the cat.
I’ll never know, but my boy smells of fish
And he’s wearing the dish for a hat.
Who marked the wall with a crayon scrawl?
It was clean before the phone call.
I’ll never know, but there’re colour smears
On the clothes that my boy wears
Who drank the wine I had in my glass?
It was there when I answered the door.
I’ll never know, but I hear a loud snore
From that boy asleep on the floor.
Who ate the choc that I left by my seat?
It was there when I packed out the meat.
I’ll never catch the chocolate crook
But my little boy has a cocoa look.
How can I shout, or how can I frown?
At that little face that is smeared with brown.
I’ll never know who does these things.
I only know that my heart sings.
I only know he’s made my life content.
So how can I blame that innocent?
Copyright © Patrick Maitland | Year Posted 2012
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