In Behind the Shed
Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 1:31 am
Written for the Illawarra Breakfast Poets' weekly topic of the same name.
IN BEHIND THE SHED
© John Peel 29/3/2011
Right now I’m in behind the shed, Dad doesn’t know I’m here
and just how long I’ll have to hide for now is not too clear.
There’s no doubting he’ll be angry when he’s found out what I’ve done –
it’s bad enough that he might well disown me as his son.
I’m safe and sound here in this spot, my special hiding place –
I could wait for many hours before I choose to show my face
since it is very comf’table. I’ve set it up that way.
I’ll miss most of the vitriol that Dad will have to say.
******
Well Dad has just arrived at home and pretty soon he’ll see
just what it is that I have done – he’ll think of killing me.
I can hear the old man yelling now, it seems he’s made the find,
“Get in here now, stop hiding son, I’ll kick your small behind.”
For now, I’ll just stay quiet, there is nothing I will say
for if I speak I’m sure I’ll give my hiding place away.
It sounds like Dad is far from pleased and so I think I might
be staying here behind the shed till well into the night.
At the time that I was doing that quite naughty thing I’ve done
I found that I was having quite a bit of real good fun.
I messed up all the kitchen breaking bottles on the wall –
the bottles filled with Dad’s cold beer and I destroyed them all.
IN BEHIND THE SHED
© John Peel 29/3/2011
Right now I’m in behind the shed, Dad doesn’t know I’m here
and just how long I’ll have to hide for now is not too clear.
There’s no doubting he’ll be angry when he’s found out what I’ve done –
it’s bad enough that he might well disown me as his son.
I’m safe and sound here in this spot, my special hiding place –
I could wait for many hours before I choose to show my face
since it is very comf’table. I’ve set it up that way.
I’ll miss most of the vitriol that Dad will have to say.
******
Well Dad has just arrived at home and pretty soon he’ll see
just what it is that I have done – he’ll think of killing me.
I can hear the old man yelling now, it seems he’s made the find,
“Get in here now, stop hiding son, I’ll kick your small behind.”
For now, I’ll just stay quiet, there is nothing I will say
for if I speak I’m sure I’ll give my hiding place away.
It sounds like Dad is far from pleased and so I think I might
be staying here behind the shed till well into the night.
At the time that I was doing that quite naughty thing I’ve done
I found that I was having quite a bit of real good fun.
I messed up all the kitchen breaking bottles on the wall –
the bottles filled with Dad’s cold beer and I destroyed them all.