by Alec Leamus
I locked myself out.
And could not get back in.
A mistaken identity was about to begin.
I heard a commotion and a voice filled with wrath.
My new neighbors suddenly were on the warpath.
Eggs and paper and a pumpkin smashed,
and away the culprits they had all dashed.
They thought it was me since I was alone there.
I tried to protest but they just didn’t care.
“I’m know that I’m short and my face is quite young.
But I’m twenty-three” I screamed from my lungs.
The problem, you see, is the way that I’m dressed.
A borrowed school uniform I wore to impress.
So, I’m being punished cause my costume’s too good.
Spanked like schoolgirl with a hairbrush of wood.