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Naughty LIttle Pleasures
Naughty little pleasures, secret little games—
they are our private treasures, these solitary shames.
We never can admit them to family or friends,
for fear that doing so would bring about their ends.
Childhood is when our private pleasure starts—
not stifling our sneezes or holding back our farts.
Eating the last cupcake or hiding Grandpa’s teeth.
Watching skirts on windy days to see what’s underneath.
Torturing sister’s Barbie Dolls and kidnapping her bears.
Reading Daddy’s magazines underneath the stairs.
Guzzling ice cream from the carton and milk right from the spout.
Opening sister’s love letters to see what they’re about.
Telling mom you’ll help her because she’s running late,
then licking all the cookies you’re putting on the plate.
If being perfect were more fun, then probably we would,
but there’s little pleasure in always being good.
For your listening pleasure, my friend Christine Anfossie added music to the poem and sent me a copy to share with you. Listen to it here:
The NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.
The innocence and fun of youth. 🙂 Your poem brought back some childhood memories!
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Your poem is a good pic of childhood. The last line made me think twice. I’m one who feels very keenly the guilt of doing wrong, and find little pleasure in going around with a guilty conscience, so I’d best stay on the side of doing right. “…always being “good” is not an achievable, though. 😉
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Love this, although it occurs to me that my son is still up to these tricks at 30, lol.
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Ha..
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Do we ever grow up?
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You are simply astounding with poetic words! 🙂
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Nice words to awaken to, Dorann. Thanks.
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