Burn,
Great tentacle scar that mars my face,
Caused by octupus cooking in the kitchen,
Has deformed me for all time.
I dive into the water to null the pain,
But that evil scar will always remain.
I'm stuck, what can I say,
I shouldn't have stood over the pot that day.
A contest entry
- quickie-la by And Hyetal.
700 points, ended August 14, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Interesting write. I like the rhyming bits, made the whole thing unique.

Thank you for entering!
~Cassie


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great last line




