Slightly Twisted

Our boys had a game that they liked to play.

It was really more of a trick or practical joke.

They would both stop and look up.

People hate to miss out on anything,

So they would look up to see what must be there.

One of the boys would laughingly mutter 

that gullible was written on the ceiling.

I really could not reprimand them for their brazenness.

When I was a teenager I had a more twisted ploy.

While walking through a city I would stop

and stare up at a tall building until a small crowd gathered.

Then I would grunt something inaudible and move on my way.

The silently, bewildered group would slowly start to disperse.

People hate to admit that they missed anything.