Neighborhood Security
The siblings from Hell bike over the hill,
ravage my apple tree and eat their fill.
Pernicious young visitors—prophets of doom,
they deadhead my flowers, purloin their perfume.
I postulate ways that I may be rid
of each malevolent disastrous kid,
but threats don’t deter them and their parents don’t care.
They’re just grateful these Hellions are out of their hair.
Should I kill them with kindness? Prepare them ice creams?
Bake them a pizza that’s the stuff of their dreams?
Buy them new toys or enfold them in arms
that have forgiven their previous harms?
Would this turn them loving and mindful and meek?
Will it work if I turn that proverbial cheek?
Or should I turn the dogs out to drive them away?
Lock all my doors and again hit the hay?
It’s six in the morning. I could use some more sleep.
They are such bratty kids. My resentment runs deep.
So I walk down the hall and open the gate,
release my Great Danes and thus seal their fate.
They’ll pursue them with vigor and though they might run,
they’ll soon overtake them and when they are done,
revise your opinion if you’ve judged me as cruel,
they’ll divert them with kisses and subdue them with drool.
Prompt words today are pernicious, perfume, postulate, questionable, bike and siblings. Image by Austin Pacheco on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I hope they are dissuaded from stealing your apples again
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It’s fiction, happily.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Delightful!
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Muchas gracias, Annie.
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Very clever fiction.
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Thanks, Sue.
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In their youth their faces were all smiles, snot and jam
Now they are older, they do things and don’t give a damn.
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Hi Leland…hope all is well with you.
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From the look on these ‘hellions’ faces’, they’re in love with you!
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