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Up A Creek
by Linda FullerAn infant Donny loved his mother's game
of peek-a-boo; he'd clap his hands and scream
However, don't be tempted to cast blame
if this indeed presaged his future scheme
The toddler Don would sneak a peek at gifts
that Santa brought and placed beneath the tree
A preteen Don looked under young girls' shifts
excited and afraid of what he'd see
Don's character slid rapidly downhill
he'd often rant on social media
His appetites and dirty deeds could fill
a bona fide encyclopedia
And if his friends snuck peeks at secret docs
he may end up behind strong bars and locks 06/17/2023 Author's Note: I've recently been attending a poetry group at a senior center where we get an assignment every session - this poem was written to the assignment: Sneak a Peek Sonnet.
Posted on 06/17/2023
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/17/23 at 09:05 PM I like this new application of the term Up The Creek to subject of the poem. Has a good darkness to it, which is a nice application of your poet abilities, and addition to your growing repertoire. Both amazing and frightening how the human mind develops in some, in so many different ways, some not for the better. |
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