I Don’t Know

A six year old caught on the fly,

Did you dump that out?

I don’t know, comes the reply.

Really? Is that a lie?

Through dimples and giggles you hear,

Yeah.

You roll eyes at the cuteness,

saying, Go, with a sigh.

He then dashes outdoors,

pretending to fly.

One thought on “I Don’t Know

  1. Love the whimsy in this poem. I can just see a 6-year old standing there, body wiggling, trying to get out of the house yet having to stay and answer the question. Then freedom and away he goes! Delightful!

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