Torn Sojourn
TORN SOJOURN
The day was so sunny,
with my red nose runny
I went alone running out,
I didn’t have any doubt
before I could go very far
mother would be aware.
She quickly tracked me,
I swiftly hid behind a tree
for my mid-day sojourn,
in sad shreds it was torn
as she saw my shadow
on the outhouse window.
There I got promptly caught
sooner than I had thought.
She came to sternly stand,
tightly held my yielded hand,
dragged me inside the house
before I could even grouse.
She put me in a coarse gunny,
filled my mouth with hot honey.
December 27, 2018
Contest : BUNNY JUMP
Sponsored by : Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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