T’was a day in early spring,
the kind when robins and sparrows
rouse up and sweetly sing.
The kind where pretty flowers
grow into sweet bouquets
giving allergies their powers.
Dripping, nasal, stuffy head,
makes hearing a little clouded.
Thought he said “bury me”,
so I shot the bugger more than dead.
A contest entry
- Free Verse Writers....It's Time To Be Creative by Dalaney.
975 points, ended June 3, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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lol okay, we know not to give you a gun! lol best to you in the contest
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pretty gran
i love you
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