Why do you look at me so,
With your eyes all aglow
And that coy, smug look and your face,
And wishing the waters to replace.
Did you feel empowered,
As over me you towered
As if you'd caught me unawares,
And then trapped me by your stares?
Oh foolish man, when will you learn,
The cards aren't yours-the table's turned
As a Victor you ain't worth crap--
You see, you fell into my trap!
Not living in the city,
I still look ravishingly pretty
But out here we learn more than style,
There's much more behid my sweet smile!
I'll let you think, you've won the prize,
While gazing deeply in my eyes.
But in the end, you'll truly see--
You were the prey, the Victor's ME!!!
A contest entry
- True Grit (Photo Prompt) by Grunts Girl.
1800 points, ended December 26, 2007, 5 entries
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Comments
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I like rhyme a lot and this is rhyme, but not very subtle.
It's an entertaining poem for sure though
thanks for entering!
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I'm afeared I will haft to dissagree with ya, he's won. Yep, she may have got'm, but them woodsy types spend thar days think'n bout all sortsa ways to entertain a man in the sack. Yee -
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I had to have a good giggle while reading this. The prompt is so funny in and of itself - and then reading this with its sort of exaggerated rhyme scheme (with a Southern drawl even) was fun.
Good luck in the contest.
Lisa
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Thank You so much!
I enjoyed writing this one. Though I came from the north, and have now returned to the Northeast, I still lived over half of my life in the South, mostly in Arkansas. So many say I do have an accent that betrays my southern exposure. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece.
David
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thank you for your entry
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