Yep, I freely admitted it
no doubt, no shame
nary a hint of regret
midst tears, sniffed and dripping snot
choking on my words
I told the whole gory story.
SILENCE! SILENCE IN MY COURT!!
Your Honor, in my defense
haters gonna hate
devil's in the details
it was 4th of July ...
fireworks done scared them cow babies
clear up, and over that full moon!
Veal Veal sorry Your Honor. Oops! I meant to
say ..
Real sorry Your Honor. Honest to Goodness.
Really!
Thank you for making me smile - an uplifting use of the prompt words - Jae
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteA bit hard to follow... Veal is a cow baby.
Hugs,
Mariette
I'd be putting out a BOLO for the spoon! Wild stuff, Helen!
ReplyDeleteI totally enjoyed this. Grinning.
ReplyDeleteI have missed you, Helen, and your wonderful, thought provoking, and sometimes satirical poetry like this. It sure gets my creative juices going and I am soooo missing the blog world. Dipping my toes into the waters again by visiting all my old friends on my reading list. Soon I'll start a post. Hope all is well with you in beautiful Bend, Oregon!!
ReplyDeleteLove your humour, Helen! I do feel sorry for those cow babies though, I must say! I hope they jumped clear away from anyone trying to eat them :)
ReplyDeleteI so love this. I giggled through the whole thing.
ReplyDelete“Veal, veal sorry” LOLOL! Great.
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh out loud with this one, Helen!
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