Eight-line Poems

Alfred

Alfred

Alfred, stop playing with my pearls!
You’ll break the string.
They were given to me by my mother,
an inheritance sort of a thing.
And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,
your intentions to me are apparent -
you’re just trying to get me going.
Oh Alfred, you’re really transparent.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abcb
For Express It In Eight, 12.29.23
Prompt: As per illustration.