Snakes
slither
oft hither
sometimes thither
until they wither
evoking much dither
that is why the unicorn
does dance and prance and blow his horn
and brave tiger resplendent with stripes
Abandons his roar for cowardly gripes
A contest entry
- PIF Fun TIme by Riftkin.
625 points, ended September 1, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is great, thank you for entering my contest.
Many more poems are left in your quill I hope.
Riftkin
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a great poem full of some great imagery good luck in the contest
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I love this poem very clever are your words
best wishes in the contest
Julie
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