A Poem for Sunday Muse #113
[photo furnished by Fireblossom]
Two Very Naughty Girls;
A Muse Led Poem
They climbed those twisted stairs, girls on the loose
Naughty two girls not where they were to be
Dressed fit to kill this Saturday morning
There should have been piano lessons, but
Once up they started heckling passers by
Perched high on that top step almost hidden
Look up look down, surely they will be found
Take them home to their mother she'll thrash good
Don't you be a naughty girl on the loose
You'll be found and thrashed well as you deserve
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- Picture by Fireblossom where I'm linked with Fireblossom at "Sunday Muse #113", http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-sunday-muse-113.html?m=1
Labels: Fiction, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 6/20/2020 09:43:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
You invented quite the story for these two little misses .... I haven't heard the word thrash in many a year. Hide girls, hide.
I'm on the side of the girls! Hope they're having a grand time. :)
OK Boomer. I'm with the girls, too.
Us girls gotta stick together. The girls win. 🌻🌻
You made me smile, making the girls naughty when some of us saw them as so prim and proper. I rather like the idea of them as getting into mischief. Smiles.
You led those sweet. Girls astray!
Ha ha - I had not really thought of these girls as being naughty, but now that you mention it I do see the mischievous gleam in their eyes!
Oh my...I didn't see the darkness in these girls. They must be watched. :)
"Once up they started heckling passers by" -- LOL! Great idea for the image.
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