I woke up early in the...morning
What was that? I wonder.
I had bumped into a wooden chest.
Oh, God, that hurt my front side!
Great, all I have to do now
Is run away and catch my breath.
I run to the bathroom,
as I notice a tug.
Oh, hell no, not that!
My pants had ripped open
at the pull of the chest knob.
I see my pervert brother,
and he smiles and whistles.
I flip him my bird finger,
and quickly dash to my closet.
I pick up a skirt and slip it on,
but my brother is still looking.
I throw a rock at him,
missing on absolute purpose,
because it would have killed him,
and I would have been
grounded forever in my room.
Must be raining as I look out my window
Hmm...that's odd, someone must have died,
Because I see a lot of cars pull out.
You wouldn't believe what caused the rouse.
A man pulls a trigger in front of my face.
I pull out a knife and throw it through his stomach.
I run as quickly as I could, hoping for some time.
He yells at me and says, 'hey, bitch, slow down!'
I turn around and kick his side, saying,
'who do you think you're talkin' to?'
Author notes
Well, this is my best try at your contest. Hope you like it.
A contest entry
- Her Skirt, His Tie by zillion.
300 points, ended August 17, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a cool write. You did excellent describing the details in this write. I like it alot. Good job and good luck.
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Wow, how strange. Welcome to the Cleaver family, huh?
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Thanks for the comments, Gift and Amera. I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.
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wow. that is amazing. i hope you do well in the contest. i think it rocks. great write.
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What a great story all told in verse. Well done, you have the heart of a poet. Now tell me something. You wrote this in the first person as if you are female because you slipped on a skirt. Your name is Nathaniel. I'm confused.
Love,
Amera $hearts;
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