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Feb 09
poem 1 comment challenge: Alone
InezL

The cat's away, the mice will play

I left my house to go to school.
My parents went to work.
My bear got up and read the rules
My dolls shook out their quirks.
The dishes jumped out from the drawer,
Now they really worked!
They jumped and played,
They yelled Horray!
They danced and sung,
It'd really begun!
But then the clock struck three,
They now knew that my school was done,
And I'd be home, they'd have to flee
So quickly they cleaned,
And put back my jeans, 
And then they went back to their spots.
I opened the door,
Not a dot to be seen!
I went to my room and there was my bear,
Exactly where I left him.
I'd never know, that they played
And jumped and bounced and yelled Horray!
Except my little baby doll,
Sitting on the ladder, about to fall,
And not in her crib where I left her.


 
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Posted: 02.09.19
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  1. Reid
    Feb 11, 2019

    I love this. What a playful imagination you have, InezL! This one will make people smile so it has to be the Monday morning Daily Read.


     
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