Short Snitched Poems

I suppise its been coming, yet its a sad day to see, Rupert
Lowe, has been shopped; on some discrepacy? I have no more
To put here.' I shall wait as must all..Yet a black flag it is
Apparant is now farages livery.' Let This be a lesson on
Not how to fall.'...

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My son Jacob, he follows traditions
  Religious, he has certain ambitions

    He prays to God three times a day
    I think he even knows what to say

  Straight as an arrow, and square as a box
  Jacob took a liking to bagels and lox

    Sister snitched: Jacob prays right before he eats
     ~ that I don't slip a slice of pork in his daily treat...

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Mom caught my sister at the sink pouring out her soup.
I'd done it first. My poor sister only copied me.
She never snitched on me, yet she got Mom's punishment.
I got to see the movie she did not get to see!

I don't recall if I ever told my sister sorry.
So here's my apology; dear Melanie, you know
I love you bunches, and next time that I see you, Sis,
I'll pay for both the popcorn and your ticket to a show!


March 16, 2016...

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She wore a Cheshire grin,
slowly munching the bite 
she'd snitched from his plate.

"You took my point," he said.
"Everyone knows,
the point is the best part."

We sat around the table,
savoring pie, sipping coffee.
He wore an indignant look,

his fork pronged above her pie, 
too late, her own point
already in her mouth.

A new concept to me,
but I have to admit,
the first bite of anything
                   always tastes best....

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