Dotsie, I'm so happy you're taking the time to read our little works of art. lol
Chatty and Jabber, your poems were so clever.
And you're right Chatty. I've learned already so many new words. And the fact that we have to use them helps in remembering them.

ma, ma'am, macabre, macadam

One of my childhood memories, that I recall,
Is a bit macabre, dirty, and all.

I was playing on a macadam, that was freshly tarred,
Tossing pebbles along the walk; wanted to see how far.

Absorbed in my play, I didn’t hear ma call,
Especially when I took a step in the black goo, shoe and all.

Oh mama was screeching and running my way,
Yelling, “Tar isn’t like mud! Stop your play!

“Do you want a spanking?” She cried and yanked me out of the stuff.
I just smiled, “No thank you ma’am, I've allready had enough!”