Swing Shift
One thing Lynnie Brost knew for sure was when she was right.
The problem was, that her tongue
was not always adequately aligned to her head.
But she knew for sure
that my time was up
and that it was her turn next
on her favorite swing.
Her face red, hands on hips,
she demanded that I surrender my place.
“And I mean maybe!!!” she screamed
into the uncensoring air.
No other denizen of the swings
saw fit to tell her
the contradictory nature
of her emphatic statement.
Nor did I.
For Day 6 of NaPoWriMo
Image by Matthew Moloney on Unsplash

Haha! Good one Judy
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What a bully!! Lol!
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LOL
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I wonder if she learned that from her parents?
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Cute.
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