and somewhat melodramatic
( that is before I discovered the joys of just being strange and macabre )
I used to tell my family that I hoped that circus that they always said
was going to show up and steal me away because the circus was always in need of sly, sinister and naughty workers
would do it soon because my family were
BORING AND MEAN.
Running away never figured into my dramatic exits.
But then I discovered the joys of Space Travel from Star Trek
and one day I wrote
in Magic Marker-
I’m not sure what the Magic part was because it’s not like the
on the contrary, it lasted for ever-
on the refrigerator door:
I’m going to Mars because
I’ll never have to clean my room again because it will be on Earth-with the toys I hate and the ants in my lunchbox.
Rag Tag Daily Prompt : LETTER