It is a race from work, to find a drink
At home I start searching, bottom to top
Even checking under the kitchen sink
And so I run, but on my knees I drop
The only liquor store, has closed up shop
A tavern I find, a welcoming sight
No longer do I fear, a liquid blight
Life Unknown
Alexander
A contest entry
- Poetic Form: Rhyme Royal - Prompt - Dreams by Little Eagle.
700 points, ended August 23, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you for your entry
Sounds more like a drinking man's nightmare. lol
Definitley reads like a nightmare.
The form was followed to a tee, good rhyme and flow. Good job keeping to the syllable count.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy -
i honestly have no clue what t say. you know i read almost everything you write and i try to comment. idk what to say this was... Different. lol but good none the less. lol take care my friend.
-Beth
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I used to be that way.
Not anymore though. Great job on this one, made me chuckle. Best of luck...Scott
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