We stepped into the bar “Sin”
after a hard days workin’
Cherubs on the beat
playing harps so sweet
Listenin’ to lyrics of love
while drownin’ innocence of
looks that get a good laugh
no taller than your half
Rosy cheeks and nary a stitch
chillin’ at the bar, scratching an itch
A contest entry
- bad kids by Deathless1.
450 points, ended May 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i like the direction you went with this one. and i love the last line. you really put the picture into words.
great write,
KNIGHT TIME

