Once the sun is gone,
and the street lights are on,
and the wealthy children are asleep,
in a nice warm bed,
and the wealthy teens are partying,
I lay awake, in my cardbord house,
cold, and hungry.
The wind is no comfort,
and the cement is not a bed,
The rolls weren't much food,
and the soup wasn't hot.
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After the Christmas banquet,
In my satin slippers,
and velvet robe,
I climb into my bed,
and quickly pop out, realizing it is too cold,
"Jeeves! Fetch me the heater!"
I yell from the bedroom,
when he doesn't hear me,
I ring the bell.
While I'm waiting,
I realize that my crown is still on,
and I tugg it off,
I hate my title. . .
princess this, princess that. .
Blah blah blah. . .
i would trade anything
to be out in the world.
After the heater has run out of power,
I climb in to my bed,
OOOOH, nice and warm,
maybe I don't know how lucky I am.
Author notes
This is abut nightime from two different perspectives. Arich and poor kid... For lise's contest oh yeah, and PURPLE BUNNIES LIKE BLUE FROSTING!
yeah.....
Oh, and it's kathryn here.
A contest entry
- For My Friends ♥ ~ by riasme.
475 points, ended January 9, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
so people, so you like it?
Comments
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wooot yay kathryn. nice poem here, kinda sad at the beginning, and no it's not too weird! it rules!!
nice keep it up
lise
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hope this poem isn't too wierd.
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