Parking With Mom (day eighteen)

Today’s poetry prompt at Napowrimo for national poetry month in the USA is to make a poem using the unique sounds of home.

Parking With Mom

I’d like to kick him in the slats!
Who, mom?

That man in the yellah cah who took my pahking place. Although, isn’t it a pretty cullah?
Well, just keep looking.

It’s so busy today. We’ll have to cudgel our brains…
Huh? You mean to find a spot?

I mean to find a good spot, not one that’s just dry along so. I hate to walk very fah.
What about over there behind the bank?

That would be driving our ducks to a poor market. We can do bettah.
Sigh.

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2 responses to “Parking With Mom (day eighteen)

  1. That’s highly entertaining Burl — especially if you read aloud in my English accent!

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