Hide And Seep Poem by Della Perry

My sister's gang played
Hide and Seek in the dark street,
The ginger boy was always kind to me
None of the others noticed me
All having eyes for my teenage sister
Cropped hair, black and white checked clothes, slim, pretty,
We had to hide, run for the den.
I was little, I always got caught!
We hid in next door's porch
While we hid this guy farted
I felt sick, he laughed, got us found.
Another time we hid in our shed
With the corn barrels, bikes and mouse droppings
My sister wouldn't let me leave to use the toilet
No way could we be found!
Urine seeped down my legs, she laughed,
Got us found,
They all laughed,
Mother was fuming as usual!