Sad; like Sheltered Sam Skelter
Whose Mother would never let Her
Ever wear make-up, dance or flirt
If Her skirt didn’t touch the dirt
Mother would remark:"Far too short"
Then, put iT on Her permanent report
As Noth’И B as Sweet as Her Virginity
Though cries:“Where R my grandbabies?”
Every time She's forced 2 get back home
Thanksgiving & Christmas Eve when N Roam
Broken like bones; B’И spent like A token
whatever...N’Ø use groan'И N Danger Zone:И
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Sheltered
I’m Sad
Sam’s Silver Strand (Mrs.Muckle)
Sad as Sheltered Sam Skelter
Whose Mother never let Her
Wear make-up, dance or flirt;
If her skirt didn’t touch the dirt
It was considered far too short
& put on her permanent report
As Noth’И B as Sweet as Celibacy
Yet says “where’s my grandbabies?”
Every time I Am forced to come home
Thanksgiving & Christmas eve like a bone
That’s been broken from B’N neglected & alone
whatever…N’Ø good CûM§ iF Ü groan Danger Zone
An imaginative variation on a familiar story. I dig those first four lines especially. Well done.
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Thank you! 😊
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Superb! Tis unfortunate your poetic story is realistic. Over sheltering usually has its consequences.
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