Heart of wood and face the same,
Sam, the dummy, died of shame.
He forgot the words his owner spoke,
his wooden throat began to choke.
In a nightclub down in Monterrey,
only seven days they had to play,
hecklers drunk, with no remorse,
laughed at Sam, their language coarse.
He froze on stage and lost his pride,
his wooden heart, in sadness, died.
In a suitcase, with a single rose,
Sam will slowly decompose.
Author notes
Suitcase Picture ::
Credit goes to: http://fistfulofsand.deviantart.com/art/Suitcase-In-Road-22979064
There are too many, good, serious entries, so I thought I'd go with the first thing that came into my mind..Honestly 
A contest entry
- Tell me the story of this object ~ Suitcase by AutumnGypsy.
650 points, ended September 30, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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This made me laugh and I liked seeing the lighter side to this prompt, the rhyme was good but the humour was better. Best to you in the contest
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