Living Poetry – Under the Cushions

“It wasn’t me honest, I didn’t even see it.”

“What?”

“This donut? Is that what you’re talking about?”

“Well, you see dad was making breakfast and he happened to drop the box of donuts.”

“While he was rounding them up for the kids, this one just rolled over to the couch and under the cushions”.

“I know, weird, huh? I don’t suppose you need this one, because it was the thirteenth in the baker’s dozen…uh…”. Puts his head down on his paws and looks up sincerely, pleadingly…

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donuts will roll like a wheel with a hole

careful paw hides what is seen

under cushions sneaked meal

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*cute picture I had to write a story too, but this might be a kimo poem

Monday Poetry Prompt: Under the Cushions