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Mama always loved her baking
Sent me to the store for her needs
I would get lost for hours on end
Hurry up, don’t dawdle, she would plead

One day, I found myself browsing
In a section I should not have been
Knocked over the display in the window
Dumped the flour on the chair, what a sin

There was no way I’d get away with the mess
I had made on the floor and the chair
Not to mention the amount of cornmeal
That wound up, getting stuck, in my hair

I cleaned up the grains of powder
Coughing and sneezing, as I went on my way
When I told mama what happened
She gave me that look of dismay

Carefully, she combed out the flour
Admonished me for doing something wrong
Never again, did she send me to shop there
Which had been my plan, all along


September Writing Prompt – Covered in cornmeal – Day 17/30

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