Poem #14

                              Middle aged woman.

                     Looking off and on at lawn,

                     Calling| calling at little john,

                     Hey my fawn, hey my fawn,

                     Just come on| just come on.

                                     Backyard s were at search,

                                     Could it be that he is in church.

                                     Come| come let  you here,

                                     Your dresses roaming there.

                                      Shirt and pant are nowhere,

                                      Shall I set them this is sure?

                                      That is some thing without cure.

                     I could guess from your gate,

                     Won’t tell me that you are  late,

                     Something happened you are pale,

                     Did you met any cute whale,

                     Let you go in your dad has come,

                                        Hey my dad nothing is fade,

                                       I have started a little trade,

                                       Now I am in foreign grade,

                                       All I aimed have I made,

                        Tiring, tiring bells at night,

                       Little john is at the sight,

                       Oh mom dad how are you,

                        I would,  come but in queue,

                                            Now hers are opened eyes,

                                            Thinking john is more wise,

                                           Yes darling that was dream,

                                           We  ought to live in real theme.

                                                                                        (sputnik1156)