Such Was My Luck
Throughout my youth, up to about my fourth
birthday, I was a happy, playful boy.
War won, dad was back, and from that day forth
I was his to punish, his knockdown toy.
Pinocchio's wish was to cut his strings,
and thus, morph into a boy for a bit.
But as a boy, I'd wish for magic wings,
and that's as much wishing as I'll admit.
I'd shrink out of sight should dad run amok,
and if that didn't work, I'd start running.
But mostly I got caught, such was my luck,
for authority oft outflanks cunning.
Though my childhood was anything but fun
I didn't fight a war, thanks to dad's gun.
(Sonnet/Lipogram No “E”)
07/03/2020
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