We Didn't Listen

Prompt for today was to write a one sentence poem of at least 40 lines. Not my favorite kind of prompt but this is a story I've had in my head for awhile and it's a start for getting it written down.





Our daddy told us we didn’t listen
well and I suppose he
was right because he
said to
stay away from
that hen house
but
Johnny Lynn
had a plan
and
we were sure convinced he would not
lead us astray and get
us into any kind
of trouble,
especially
when we had Little
Lissy with us,
who was just a baby compared
to us
older ones, and when we
jumped from
rooftop
to
rooftop
and old Mrs.
Baum called
the cops to tell them what she could see from her kitchen window,
we never realized
what was coming until daddy
stood there
with the officers of
the law,
red lights flashing
through the
trees and a
siren that went
whoop,
whoop
just before they let us go and told us we were too young for a life of crime
and that was the worst case of hiccups
I had ever had,
not to mention
the burn on my memory
that left me
with little
taste for eggs
for ever more.


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