Oh how my mouth doth salivate,
At the prospect of those points,
The greed within me I profess to hate,
Simply oozes from my joints.
Head swimming with prospects, I click,
But oh! Alas! My woes,
I end up looking rather thick,
As no hint, the next page shows.
See, usually a contest, when all is said and done,
Will give an idea of what they want to read,
So the writer has an idea of how that trophy's won,
But now it would appear I have been freed!
Oh the joy to have no bounds as such,
The ability to write things out from my head,
Without having rules to think of too much,
Where anyone will listen to anything that's said!
My heart is simply racing as I put my pen to page,
And prepare myself for a poetical fight,
Of mythical creatures, or coming to age,
But goshdarnit! I don't know what to write!
Author notes
Sods Law... 'nuff said!
In a list
A contest entry
- 1000 points...One Winner by Cinnarry.
1000 points, ended July 1, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Hoodwinked
Well you can write whatever you wish for you are free to write it. I really like your style of writing. You have been hoodwinked by the poetic bandits. -
~ Hood ~ Winks~
I've had moments like this! Very nice write I loved reading it!
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Really good.
I think this could be in your top five very easily, every verse a gem, no kidding it's got what it takes. Superb last line!! Good luck in the contest...ian.
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Thankyou!
It's good to see you back again my friend! And once again you flatter me too much! Thankyou for taking the time!
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