Eight-line Poems

Please excuse Beholden as...

Please excuse Beholden as…

Today he woke up sick,
his voice has gone all thick,
his nose it is a-dripping,
and his grip is somewhat slipping.

So it’s not the best of times
to start demanding lines
all positive and wise
when his temp is on the rise.

Signed: Beholden’s Mom


Line count: 8 (I don’t count my mom’s signature)
Form: Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 01.12.24
Prompt: Living mindfully - break patterns, do more listening and observing.