Naughty Boy Poem by jerry hughes
Naughty Boy
I knew a lad who grew up believing
his name was 'naughty boy.'
Thirty years later he came home,
shot his wife and three children,
then himself.
I agree with Alison with this one Jerry. What a tragedy and what a poor unfortunate naughty boy. Your poem speaks for itself brilliantly! Karin Anderson
Can you tell me Jerry.... why I was point blank drawn to this one tonight.....♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This is one of your best. Short, direct and strong as mustard. Excellent poetry. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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8/24/2026 7:17:35 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
so powerful, and so few words. Simply excellent.