Sandra: I don't care, I'm sick of your stupid lies,
Why don't you just fess up for once in your *bunnie* life,
You and your pathetic sob stories, God!
Fred: You should talk, you peice of *bunny*
I'm not the one that ran my mouth all over town,
Airing all our dirty laundry, and then you
*bunny* 'cause we don't have any friends!
Sandra: Yeah! well, for your information, bucko,
I'm not the reason we don't have any friends,
You might try getting off your dead butt
When someone does come over, instead of sitting
On your dead *bunny* with the T.V. screaming
So loud they can't even visit.
The neighbors don't even need a T.V.
They can just listen to ours!
Fred: I'm going somewhere where I can get a little
Peace and quiet, I sure ain't gonna' get any here listening
To you running your mouth. (Door Slams Loudly)
So goes another peaceful morning at the Smiths'
Author notes
This was soooooo much fun!!!
A contest entry
- dialogue by zillion.
600 points, ended June 29, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this felt more like a script than a poem. But I guess you can't really help where a prompt takes you.
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AHHHHH
HOW CUTE IS YOUR FILL IN WORD.
I will not be visiting
the (bunny) Smith family anytime soon.
this is adorable sis
you need to write a book
God you are good.
we could be famous
cause I'm your sister hehehe
God bless...
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