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The Runaway

Story ID:9519
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona CA USA
Year:2014
Person:Cheeerio Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Runaway

The Runaway’s

As Jeremy and Roscoe sat close together
On the floor
Of the front porch
Of that abandoned house next door

Jeremy talked to Roscoe
As if the dog could understand
Roscoe responded to Jeremy
By licking his hand.

Boy O boy Roscoe
Mom was really mad
What happened in the kitchen
I didn’t think was so bad.

When I spilled
That bowl of Cheerios
On the kitchen floor
They rolled all over even under the stove

You tried to help me
By licking up those little “O’s”
Even those
Stuck between your toes

When Mom saw the mess
She started to shout
“You’ve messed up my floor
You have to get out.”

That’s all we heard
We left on a run
I knew I no longer
Was my mom’s favorite son.

Roscoe
I’ve been in trouble before
I thought it was funny
Those little “O’s” rolling all over the floor

Mom didn’t think it was funny
When she told us to go
I could see fire in her eyes
You’re still my friend, aren’t you Roscoe?

I hear Mom calling
Maybe she’s forgiven me
I see a smile on her face
Let’s go home and see.

O.K. now Jeremy
Eat your toast and marmalade
No more Cheerios
I just made a permanent trade

Monte L. Manka 02-5-2014