Mischievous Boy
Small feet running across the street
With an empty tummy
That is yet to be filled
Oh look at that!
It is an apple pie
It looks so good behind the clear glass
But oof, the baker won't let me pass
If he saw me with one delicious slice
Walking through the small alley
In a mission of filling the grumbling belly
There's a guy at the end of the street looking at me funny
With old and shredded clothes just like one on my body
"Look!" I yelled
Pointing towards the bakery window
From there comes the aroma of freshly baked bread
That makes our mouth waters like never before
"Quick!" I ushered him
"Stuck your hands and rummage around for it."
He passed me one
Then he passed me two
Then he passed me a frown
That I do too
The baker has come back
Angry for his lost pieces of bread
But the man can't pull his hand back
So I run again with mouth full of bread
19.12.2018
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