Written to the prompt O is for Open
Getting In
He tried password – it didn’t work;
He tried 1234.
He tried his place of birth but got
No further than before.
He tried his mother’s maiden name,
His father’s mother’s too;
He tried his first pet – and his last –
But still it wouldn’t do.
He tried first school, best friend, sports team,
His favourite teacher’s name;
He tried the street on which he lived;
It still came out the same.
He turned his back and looked about
And there, before his eyes,
Lay scattered stones of varied shape
And many a different size.
And in his bones he knew that
Under one would be the key;
He searched until he found the words
Say ‘Open Sesame’.
The magic words rolled back a rock
Revealing then the cave
Wherein should be his treasure
But like a new-dug grave
His hiding place was empty!
No sign of gold or jewel!
Some swines had swiped his precious things!
Oh, life could be so cruel.
Adding insult, cheeky thieves
Had left a note behind them.
It said, ‘Do not write your passwords down
Where anyone can find them.’
© Carol Carman 2024
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