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A Tale of Woe

A poem

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Image by Prawny from Pixabay

Busted Eggs

Spilled milk

Flour on the wall

Sugar on the floor

A forgotten order

Crack!

Another knot

A wooden spoon

An upset mother

You’d think

He’d remember

To wash

A little faster

Crack!

Menu’s on the door

Bowl on the floor

Bent ladle

The pot has a dent

She asked for a fork

Ten minutes ago

This boy of hers

With his head

In the clouds

Crack!

Bringing him

Back to Earth

Just long enough

For him to

Remember

What his job

For the day is

And to wash

His hands

More often

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs