Ten minutes is a long time for a young girl to sit quietly and think whilst tugging her curls.
Buzzing on candy overload, not understanding.
How was shouting naughty?
That’s how you reprimand me?
I’m being told off in a thousand words,
I don’t understand three.
I’m not being noisy I’m playing keyboard.
I’m sorry it’s too loud I’ll use the guitar….
Can’t think for half a second’s quick space of none banality.
Hoped to rain an analogy of half decent quality.
Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad?
“What’s a family?”
© G.P Williamson 2017