There was a young girl from Dundas
Who was drinking some beer from a glass
"This beer's bleeding fine
C'mon, give me some wine!
It'll go very well with the Bass!"
Soon the silly young girl was dead drunk
And crawled home to sleep in her bunk
But in violent dreams
She gave blood-curdling screams
And woke up her room-mate, a monk
Brother John believed she was in pain
She was screaming again and again
She was crimson of face
But what a disgrace
'Twas just drink, and she had to abstain
After six months of being TT
She was simply as well as can be
What about Brother John?
Well now he has gone
And founded a new monastery.
A contest entry
- word bank and pic. inspired by serenity silvermoon.
600 points, ended December 7, 2007, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Haha! A fun read. Congrats on the bronze!
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I was very worried in stanza 2 as to what you would choose to rhyme with "drunk" and "bunk". I can honestly say that "monk" would simply never have occurred to me.
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