I am playing with the tritina form. This is the time of year where school is in a frenzy. We need all the library books returned.
I got to find my library books
Looked under the bed
And found instead stinky socks.
Of course, they were my brother’s socks
So he’s the one who took my books
And left smelly socks under my bed.
Maybe if I looked under his bed
I would find my library books
And replace them with his stinky socks.
Overdue books don’t belong under the bed with smelly socks.
It’s a draft. I need to sit with it a bit.
Other Poetry Friday can be found Jama’s Alphabet Soup.