Mischievous Little Me

Mischievous Little Me short poem

When I was just a kid
Funny little things I did
Things told to forbid
You may call it misdeed

One sunny day I so played
Buried in the dust I strayed
Homework postponed, I delayed
Dad won’t be back I weighed

Suddenly I spotted dad in the driveway
I fled and sped through the doorway
Covered in dust I went for a lotion spray
Hoping on dad’s intelligence to outplay

Dad called out but I feigned siesta
Walked in, saw my legs designed like a zebra
With dust and lotion in a confused umbra
He laughed heartily as I lay on the sofa

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@idongesit_ifet, sure, mischief, kids would like to do. Anyone who passed childhood would relate to your poem. And the way you wrote it goes well with the thought. Rhymes are delightful for the ears to hear.

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Congratulations! @idongesit_ifet
This poem has been selected to be a part of the Poetry Article we published on Father’s Day. Your poem is listed with the works of celebrated poets. People reading this article will be directed to your profile page so they can read more of your work.
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