Kidnapped By My Mum

"It's just a little errand."

She says once we're in the car

As another trip to the shops

Instead crosses Bristol, near and far.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

I feel like a knight errant

But what then is my quest?

By the third detour

My patience is not its best

"We'll just grab a takeaway."

Becomes three hours down the pub

It's so terribly hard to protest

These tokens of her love

When I get home I'm exhausted

And the clock says the day is done

There's nothing quite for killing plans

Like being kidnapped by my mum.