What Is Your Plea?
The judge declared, a little fraught,
"Silence in court! Silence in court!"
while in the dock the child stood crying,
twisting her skirt, there's no denying.
His chant, like a swarm of angry bees humming,
had set her temple pulse a-thrumming.
She clutched at her skirt, which was embellished
with debris from food she'd half-eaten with relish.
But while her eyes flashed with indignant light
she stood to give evidence from her short height
and gave her temporary answer -
"It wasn't me! It was my Aunt, Sir!"
Then straightening her backbone, despite her fear,
She added "Please, let me out of here?"
Okay, so I added and extra 'ed' - what are you going to do to me?! This is my offering for the Big Tent this week.
I was quaking and quivering with her, Jinksy! And don't worry about the "ed", folks mangle the words every which way to fit them in!
ReplyDeleteYou get to do with the words what you want to, that's what!
ReplyDeleteSeems there is much crime in evidence this week.
I can only hope, that if I am ever brought to account for all I have done, that in view of the silliness of my crimes, that I will be tried as a juvenile!
ReplyDeleteI could literally visualize the scared child..
ReplyDeletetimeless flies search for fries
And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday
mornings and thereafter!
It's great, Jinksy! Love the blog!
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
Deb's right! Twist the words so they work. They are in service of the poem, at our mercy!
ReplyDeleteVery well done with a tough selection of words.
ReplyDeleteHow much characterization packed into one wee defendant and one brief poem. Bravo. Especially liked the image of a defendant with food-stained clothing, great contrast to image management. Excellent. Thank-you.
ReplyDeletelovely word play...
ReplyDeletemasterfully done!