The front door slams
We sit up in horror
Clothes in disarray
Quickly we rearrange
Desperate to not be caught
Guilt written on our faces
We think of control
Of hands across the chest.
Maybe tomorrow?
Written for: https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/07/02/word-high-july-timpi/
Morpethroad 
Uh-oh… 🙂 So fun!!
Thank you Deb, hope you have a good day..
Thank you! Wishing you one too!!
Very fun!
Thank you Stella
Welcome
Michael, a wonderful take and poem on the word Timpi. Reading it transported me back 40 years to my youth.
Yep Davy I was back there too. Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the follow. Drop by any time.
uh oh. dad and mom is back, someone’s getting caught. HAHAH
GREAT take, Michael! 😀
Thanks Rose, fun word to play with..
yay. thank you! 😀 are they caught? AHAHA (nosy!)
Well maybe, maybe not…lol….depends how quick they are…
Uh oh! HAHA
Thanks, Michael!
Lol. Good one Michael.
Thank you Mandi…..have a good weekend..
You as well 🎈
LOL oh boy, and yet there’s always a thrill in knowing you might get caught 😉
It does add to the excitement doesn’t it….