Hour Eleven – Hilarity


We looked at each other
Across the table
As the grown-ups talked of serious matters

He raised one eyebrow
I stuck out my tongue
Our cheeks grew red from holding it in

A sudden eruption!
We squealed and shrieked
And fell off our chairs in emancipation

The grown-ups eyed us
Underneath their stern faces
They must have longed to roll on the floor too

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