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:

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Phrase Challenge at: