There was a man named Wingate.
He thought that I was quite Saucy.
To his Disclosure, I Enlightened his mind.
He was Ruddy around the edges, so I thought.
He asked me out on a date.
I was just Mesmerized at how Splendid his
words have become.
Beneath all the Organized Chaos going on in our lives.
We were able to turn the Ground Into Dust.
While on our date, a man Sold us a Map.
When we opened it. It wasn't what we had
expected it to be.
It was a Map on how to make a Root beer Float.
7/12/07
A contest entry
- Wiley word bank by Star Shine.
500 points, ended July 23, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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Good humor within this poem, made me smile! Love these kind of poems, you never really can guess the ending...I love when I do..but this one is good, thanks for sharing
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Aaah, at least not a pine float, lol. Very creative, wonderful use of "ground into dust." Well done. Thanks for the entry.
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