behind the oak,
thrash of cock
against wood,
noticed her leave
hurriedly
suspecting Hancock's
main course
was a flambe
and jello didn't cut it
with the young ones
resignation Monday
In a list
A contest entry
- 30 words... by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended July 17, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh how I hate 'jello/jelly' ewwwwww wobbly bits!
but how I love what you are doing to 'Hancock' 
Juls
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Red, port wine, green lol all the same when its attached to his blubber
hahaha
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I love this. How marvelous it is to find your work. Yes, I've said that already, but still. My grandfather slaughtered his own cattle and general livestock. It's funny that this brings me back to the scent of spent blood. The rolling of small heads off chopping blocks. Even if that was not intentional, that's what I felt.
Good night. It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way!
My name is James.
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Thank you, Hancock is taking on a persona of his own I fear, taking over but I like him in a weird, bizarre type of way lol.
Chez
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Very interesting, nice & staccato with what seems to be a bit of subtext. I am not sure what 'jello' is. Good contest entry.
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lol Jelly in most parts of the world!
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