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Have you ever been accused of a crime!?
My mind’s ablaze, my foot’s asleep
racing thoughts, no where home
turmoil brewing, action lacking
who’s to blame, fingers point!.
Middle finger, maybe I should!.
Blaming me!? Go away!
Always always, scapegoat roasting
not this time, guilt not here!.
Yes I am here, at the crime scene
knowingly, it looks bad!.
Who should you trust, who’s the real crook
Was not me… I attest!
Look at his teeth, his frosting smile
in his hand, evidence
the cookie jar, raided again
but this time, was not me!
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Love your lighter side, we all need that lift now and again!.
Aha, yes, being the youngest of six!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.well singled out many times
be it guilty or not guilty, depending on the crime!
Cute poem, did not guess the ending!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Now who in your house is able to do this!? And, more to the point why do you get the blame!.!.!.methinks you protest too much!.!.!.I reckon this is a fingerprint, DNA job before we get to the bottom of it!.
Nice - for a moment I thought this was going to be something serious, glad to find it's not!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Hmph!. Now I am mad!. When we were little my sister and I had to clean our room on Saturdays!. She would make her side of the room picture perfect by shoving all the crap under MY bed!
*Aside: Little boys never could resist the cookie jar! Nice poem!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Gotta turn sesame street off, cookie monster has learn to teleport from the screen to the cookie jar in your home!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
not bad not bad
rather good actuallyWww@QuestionHome@Com
It wasn't me!. I didn't do anything!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
My mom would fill the jar up with Ginger Snaps!. No crimes committed!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
We've all adorned that "frosting smile" a few times in our lives!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Get that polygraph away from me!Www@QuestionHome@Com
This takes me back to when my sister used to blame those things on me!.!.!.Very cute poem!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Firing missiles here and there
With not a care nor thought
Of consequence and action
Spurred by ill considered intention!.
Hunted and escaped, and he is not guilty
Yes pleads not his case as pawn for God
Who rather would not silent remain
In disdain for a collective calamity!.
In life a hope, a light a peace
And apologise for wounds incurred
Those words not meant received be
By eyes seeking a light of his mercy!.
We would and spite and bleed aright
It is not fair nor just does seem
To cast a blame for all one and same
Do let speak the angel, the voice all heed!.
To bleed and cry out unheard
A single word of refrain and hope
A glimmer of flame to warm this freeze
And a breeze to fan this blaze!.
It goes on this unending trial
Remain a while, it gives peace
This bleeding wound unstemmed
Alights a night of despairing foe!.
Forgive one and I am forgiven
The dagger in both is driven
Runs deep into the gashed wound
And it bleeds a little, a while !.!.!.