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Topic: Truth or Dare (08/28/08)
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TITLE: Truth Is Relative--Truth Is Absolute | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jan Ackerson
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I did it—yup, yup
But you were gone for so long!
Tail between my legs
I tossed my food bowl
But you were gone for so long!
Look—puppy dog eyes
Sonnet from the cat, upon her people coming home to find the sheer curtains in shreds:
I’ve had my eye on these for many days.
So long and white, so beautifully fine;
Thus, when you left—please pardon my clichés—
I pounced upon the chance to make them mine.
In truth, this house is mine, and all within.
You’re here to serve my every passing whim
So you should feel no anger, no chagrin
Because the drapes are now my jungle gym.
I’ll bet you wish you’d taken out my claws--
Barbaric practice, that. A travesty!
‘Twould be an awful insult to my paws—
I cannot contemplate such injury.
I’ve finished with the curtains. Now, a nap.
Please have a seat---I need to use your lap.
Verse from the toddler, upon being caught with his hands in the cookie jar:
No, mama, no
It wasn’t me
This isn’t chocolate
That you see
I put my hands
Behind my back
I only took one
Little snack
I don’t know what
Is on my nose
And on my face and
On my clothes
But can I have
A bite of this
I love you mama
Here’s a kiss
Free verse from the teenager, upon being asked for his homework by his English teacher:
It’s in my locker.
Go ahead and get it, then.
No…I mean it’s in my friend’s locker.
That’s fine. You may take the hall pass.
Wait. He’s on a field trip.
I don’t know his combination.
The janitor will open it for you.
Shall I call him?
Oh, I remember now! It’s in my car.
Sign out in the office. I’ll wait for you.
No. My dad’s car. He’s got it at work.
I promise I’ll bring it tomorrow, Mrs. K.
Let’s call him. Maybe he’ll drop it off after work.
I’m here late this evening.
You can’t call him at work. He’ll get in trouble.
Really? Here’s his work number, on this parent contact form.
See? He’s checked “call any time”.
Ummm…I didn’t do my homework.
Are you sure? Because I think I could go a few more rounds.
Dang, Mrs. K. Yer killin’ me.
Limericks from the poet, upon her first encounter with the God of love:
My Father, I fall at Your feet
I’m a liar, a gossip, a cheat
I’m here on my face
Beseeching Your grace
Embracing Your mercy so sweet
O Lord, undeserving am I
I’ve transgressed, and I surely should die
What mystery is this
That such love exists?
Inexhaustible, perfect supply
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