Musings by The Poet Loriet
Pajama Party
It was a crazy,
impulsive thing to do,
going for a ride in
your shiny new black truck
at three a.m. in skimpy pajamas-
But who knew that at four a.m.,
my neighbors would be packing stuff
for a father/ son fishing trip?
I just ran up my steps to
my front porch with my best
devil-may-care attitude,
not looking back to see
them staring open-mouthed
like I knew they would be.
At least their Sunday brunch
conversation won't be boring.
Happy Fathers Day, boys-
consider it a bonus present.
Lori Beal
impulsive thing to do,
going for a ride in
your shiny new black truck
at three a.m. in skimpy pajamas-
But who knew that at four a.m.,
my neighbors would be packing stuff
for a father/ son fishing trip?
I just ran up my steps to
my front porch with my best
devil-may-care attitude,
not looking back to see
them staring open-mouthed
like I knew they would be.
At least their Sunday brunch
conversation won't be boring.
Happy Fathers Day, boys-
consider it a bonus present.
Lori Beal
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Pajama Party
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