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Ah, poetry

May 13, 2015

Hide And Seek.

 

Let’s play hide and seek, they said.

So they did. Now Sam is dead.

He didn’t hide just anywheres,

He didn’t hide under the stairs.

He wasn’t down behind the bar,

He wasn’t in the back of the car.

He didn’t crouch behind a stack of chairs,

Or beneath the bed with teddy bears.

Sam was hiding in a drain,

Unware that after heavy rain,

The water comes rushing in a flood

And so poor Sam is gone for good.

We’ll never forget our little friend.

Now you go hide, I’ll count to ten.