Poem 1: Action

A sneaky plan that might work
It'll be ok, no one will be home
They won't even think about it
We'll be in and out, easy enough

The plan: Take the dog out
It's simple and routine enough
But in application, we turn it
Into brain surgury in about
Two minutes flat

A few kisses as we wait for the dog
And I'm being led into her room
Following along with my body
My mind and soul are screaming

But no-one pays them any heed
We're too busy showing our love
Within record time, we're running
To the edge of no-return
But we're saved by a mad-man

Her dad storms through the door
Our stomachs immediatly drop
Straight through the Earth itself
And I know I'm totally dead

The End

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