True story. Don’t ask.
A simple game of hide-and-seek
Is how this came about.
I found the perfect hiding place
The best without a doubt.
Although the space is a bit cramped
And smells like… sauerkraut?
The others never looked in here
Now “All-in-free,” they shout.
But I cannot go home until
The Postman lets me out!
Poetry Friday. The roundup is hosted this week over at Check It Out. So check it out!