poetry

Secret Stash

True love has no takers,

no believers

I was tired convincing the world

about my love,

My parents were against it from the start

But he was my friend

I liked him to no end

We met on the way to my school

We hung out, together we looked so cool

Then, one day, when he had nowhere to go

I snuck him home,

Kept him in my room,

That whole weekend, we netfix’d and chilled

He wanted to go out for some air,

Went around the room pouting

But my parents were home

And we were stuck inside the room

As time went by, he screamed “Quack Quack Quack”

Dad stepped in, called out my mom, and he said,

“Honey, what the fuck!

Our daughter has brought home a damn duck!”

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