Sitting here trying
to use rhyme and metaphor
my muse is throwing spit balls at me.
Starting to get something penned
the son of a bitch made himself
scares again.
No no no
He wants me to find him
my ass is staying planted
in this seat.
From his hiding spot
he's taunting me
Come on I got you new poem
come and find me.
So I get up and I start looking
for him in his hiding place
getting wrapped up in the hunt.
Not paying attention he sneaks
up behind me and gave me a wedgie.
He's cracking up rolling on the floor
ha ha ha ha.
He's laughing at me
and said skid marks belong
on asphalt not in your shorts.
A contest entry
- ~*!!SO MANY OPTIONS!!*~ by cbsbecm88.
450 points, ended October 15, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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Great stuff...
Fun, funny & killer line to finish...
Great narrative, rhythm & flow setting up the scene with imagery & tongue in cheek humour that made for a compelling read...
Well penned, well versed, Well Done!!!
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this cheered me up! it was the first funny poem i've read yet and i really enjoyed it! that stinky muse!
thanks and good luck!
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lmfao
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great job here ... i love the wedgie and the skid mark remark ... funny stuff for a not so funny muse ... keep it up ...
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