my momma, she try to warn me
“he’s trouble…jus’ like yer old man
find sumpthin’ better… if ya can.”
course, i didn’t listen to her plea;
Clyde winked as i sat on his knee
he taught me how to aim a gun,
showed me armed robbery be fun!
terrorized those folks in Texas
FBI came lookin’ for us
cops ambushed car, our daze was done.
This poetic form is a “decima” with 10 lines of 8 syllables each and abbaaccddc rhyme scheme. Read more at d’Verse Poets where Gayle is hosting!
a poem in my pocket 
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