dara.cv
03-02-2016, 01:19 PM
The High Chair Rebellion
“Ahhhhhhh!” wails the charge.
A catapulted meatball pelts the wall.
“Long live the clean!” I shout
retaliating with a quick sweep of the area.
Peas are spat in rapid succession
at once neutral parties,
“This means war!” the sisterlands claim.
A cease fire is ordered.
A rogue horde of fingers smear my cheek.
Tomato sauce everywhere
what a bloody mess,
And yet,
How happily you sit upon your throne.
A toast to truces?
Nay
and they say not to cry over spilt milk.
“Ahhhhhhh!” wails the charge.
A catapulted meatball pelts the wall.
“Long live the clean!” I shout
retaliating with a quick sweep of the area.
Peas are spat in rapid succession
at once neutral parties,
“This means war!” the sisterlands claim.
A cease fire is ordered.
A rogue horde of fingers smear my cheek.
Tomato sauce everywhere
what a bloody mess,
And yet,
How happily you sit upon your throne.
A toast to truces?
Nay
and they say not to cry over spilt milk.