DUPLICITOUS CHILD
Aunt Lizzy's whiskers
Tickled my lips
When forced to endure
Her slobbery kiss.
I would shudder.
She meant well though
See, she didn't know
How I dreaded family
Get-togethers with her.
I would shake.
My protestations
Were always over-ruled.
I was forced to go.
Aunt Lizzy drooled.
I would tremble.
Her kiss on my cheek
Came as she pressed
A coin in my hand.
'Buy yourself something nice.'
I would smile.
© Griffonner 2024
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2024-12-21 at 11:04
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