The rain drizzled down
on a cold night
in the chill a man unlocked his door,
and stepped into his apartment,
and said "Old Vaudville will pay for this !"
He took out his pocketbook to see how much money he had,
and saw a moth fly out.
"I can't pay the boss so I'll have to tell him."
He stepped outside, back into the rain,
and walked down to the old warehouse.
He stepped inside,
and was grabbed by arms
that could bring down a wall,
the man was brought to a fat man
sitting in a chair,
who asked him,"So,Jack,do you have the money?"
"No,I don't,I don't have a cent."
"Well,you know what happens to one from our gang who don't pay back..."
said the fat man,"don't you, Jack."
A bang,a scream, a thud,and a laugh that would break your bones.
The Vaudville Blues Are the worst gang in town.
Author notes
I liked the first part.
A contest entry
- Photo prompt by Freestyle Bushido.
450 points, ended April 12, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I am a n00b so speak slowly in words I can understand!
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Hi
Alice,this is great.I love the rhymes.
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lost of dramatics in the words in the imagery. I like that emotion, Thank you for entering and good luck.
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tanks!!
thank you very much!!
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I like this one alot
It was dramatic and dark, but not quite so heavy. -
Once again very dramatic
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I'd like to say that if you read this, you have read the story of Chicago.
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