Sonnet on a Mud Puddle


This lovely day we head outside to play
Our yard is not the flattest one around
Rain water’s always getting in the way
It maketh puddles in which fun is found

Laylee pours mud all over on her head
Her brother joins the fun with shovel splash
He only follows her where he is led
But when he does her eyes with anger flash

A speck of mud administered from him
Is like a drop of acid burning deep
She must punish him for his thoughtless whim
With thrashing blows, she douses him and weeps


Poor little buddy doesn’t stand a chance
And heartless mom exploits his circumstance


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