a poem in my pocket

little buddy red-
faced, setting the stage
to fly into kicking and sweating rage

wiser granny said-
stop your fretting, my child
there’s no use getting unruly riled

now go to bed-
buddy, until lesson you learn
to let kissing cousins have a turn!

Quadrille (44-word poem) including the word “fret”… with Kim at dVerse Poets