Though Mom and Dad tell me I’m bright,
I struggle to follow the rules.
All of my training and learned tools
Disappear in a flash from sight;
Then stuffed in a room dark as night.
Emerging from my earned timeout
With my thick body, short and stout.
Will I choose to stop and listen?
Will my naughty smile glisten?
STOP THAT! And I’m caught like a trout.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/09/29/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-77-bright-in-the-a-rhyme-line/.
Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Phrase Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/francis-the-frenchies-daily-phrase-challenge-september-29-2021/.