Writers cramp Entry 6/28/16. An old desk, a roll of film, and surprises |
The Pictures My mother passed away I had to sell her house Cleaning it out was going to be a chore I'd better wear a shirt; not blouse A roll top desk long forgotten in a back room had to be cleared out what it held could be happy or gloom Opening the drawers and emptying them out left me more work I wanted to shout I couldn't open the locked top Searching for its key it was in a mop More papers, bills, and other junk and an undeveloped film roll piqued my interest wondering took its toll I took it to be developed at my old standby- Kmart the mysterious pictures would give me a start Two days later there was a knock at my door the police came to arrest me for nude pictures at the store I told them I was oblivious and the pictures weren't mine I gave them the whole story they didn't want to hear my whine I was tried and convicted and had to spend time in jail I was in total shock all I could do was wail Sentenced to ten years just because of a film roll one last act from the grave my mother took her final toll 40 lines |