He couldn’t run fast enough

To get away from the crowd

Men with whips and chains

They really were quite loud

Captured now, he waited

For he knew his fate was sealed

Not a chance to save himself

So to these men, he’d yield

He waited, as they closed in

About to use him, like a toy

But all that kept running through his mind?

Good thing he wore corduroy

 

 

Writing Prompt – Captured in Corduroy – Day 23/31

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