It wasn't very long ago,
'twas fewer than two years.
Three little boys sneaked to the barn,
and there they shared two beers.
Two were eight, the other nine,
two brothers and a friend.
They also had a cigarette,
just trying to be men.
They drank and smoked and laughed it up,
and puffed their chests with pride.
Yet knew if someone found them out,
their asses would be fried.
They made a pact, a solemn oath,
they'd take this to their grave.
A secret handshake sealed with spit,
and then a goodbye wave.
They never tried that stunt again,
I know this to be true.
I found the journal of my son,
and laughed 'till I was blue.
More adventures followed soon,
great acts of daring do.
This is the first, I'll write again.
With love, from me to you.
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naughty children
A contest entry
- It Is Time For Rhyme by Dalaney.
850 points, ended June 3, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Loved it.
Funny, true, real. Great rhyme flow. Well put together. BRAVO. Good luck in the contest!!!!
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Naughty, indeed but MAYBE we all experience and try to make ourselves be adventurous
This write gave me good memories about those bad experiences I've tried but hey, this made me chuckle in a way
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