My Great Aunt Nessa, rest her soul,
fame and fortune was her goal.
She always liked to swim and such
and loved dear Scotland oh so much!
Practicing techniques and strokes,
in the Loch Ness waters, croaks.
Yes, she died there one spring day...
this photograph explains the way.
See her arm and twisted hand?
She was much too far from land.
All we know is that she drowned...
her poor body, never found.
Yes, Great Aunt Nessa, rest her soul,
fame and fortune was her goal.
She sank beneath the waters, there
and sparked the legend, so beware.
The Loch is haunted by her ghost,
so fame must please her, yes, the most!
She is no monster, though, you see,
my Aunt Nessa, dear to me.
A contest entry
- Nessie by Frodofan.
475 points, ended January 25, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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A very inspired write. Really good. Congrats. with the Gold. Well deserved.
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Very interesting! So it was not a monster eh... but a person. A very interesting twist on the legend. Most enjoyable.
Thank you for entering!
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