“papa said”

Written for:  The Twiglets #299 - papa said

"Get out of the street!
What are you doing, Pete?"

"Well, Papa said I was a pest,
to go play in traffic so he could rest."

She did whatever
Papa said to do.
Even though,
she thought
it was wrong.

papa said no colds
if you catch a falling leaf
she stood, arms outstretched

          There was a young man who followed rules,
            his father would not suffer fools.
                Then one fateful day
                 he was led astray.
       Girl bade him, take a sip.  Now he attends AA.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to “papa said”

  1. Debi says:

    I’ve heard that first one before, but not the third. Fun medley


  2. Misky says:

    I’m thankful my dad never suggested playing in traffic. 😂


  3. Jules says:

    Too often we follow our parents blindly… thinking they know best.
    Sometimes though we do need to learn from our own mistakes. 🙂


  4. sgeoil says:

    go play on the 401(major highway in Toronto) was a common phrase in our home. Thankfully always in jest! Nice write!


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