What You Got In There
Hey! What is that room?
This?
Child nods head.
This is the teachers’ lounge.
What’s that?
Lightbulb goes off in my devious dendrite factory.
“A wonderful place for teachers.”
Can I see?
“No.”
Why not?
“You might tell.”
High interest now. Seven is intrigued. “I won’t! What you got in there?”
“You mean besides our PS4, bowling alley, and the Jacuzzi?”
His big brown child eyes pop even bigger.
“No FAIR!” he says.
In reality it is such
A drab, unappealing
place, I rarely
Put my toe in there.
It is just a place to
Refrigerate my lunch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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