No! No! No!
I was writing my last stanza
but than i heard a voice and
thought it was Hoss on the old
series Bonanza,
I turned and walked in the other
room, and thought I saw Hop Sing
going over his lines
not with Mr. Cartwright But Lorene
Greene, So than I turned and had to go
to the restroom than i thought as I sat
on the Porcelain King
than for some reason, an angel appeared
with white fluffy hair, for at this time
I did not care
than out of nowhere i pushed my head through
the other end, than i woke up in bed with a
paper and a fine jell pen, my last stanza that
i wrote, i could not find all what happened was
nothing within my mind
Even my last stanza that i could not find, i fell
asleep and ran out of time.
A contest entry
- Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination by Naridill.
540 points, ended April 14, 2007, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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