Pink polka dots,
With orange and yellow spots,
Sunburned cheeks,
And high pitched shrieks.
All day they scamper and play,
chasing all the boys down by the bay.
Sand castles and claiming their turf,
Throwing shells and splashing in the surf.
These last days of childhood,
We prayed would never end,
Now we're stuck here in a cubicle,
Online solitaire- our only friend.
A contest entry
- Titles and Options Contest! by movedon.
950 points, ended October 7, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Aside from the obvious lovely thoughts this piece brings..
There is a desperate claustrophobic feel i get from the word cubical...
sitting there saying...is this it...no more good times...this is what it has come to....recollecting the past in a box..
You may have not thought in this fashion...but it pushes a button for me.....how much of life we really waste our lives making money for strangers as they throw us pittance of a massive pie.
Our time is priceless....we can never go back....
we must live like it is our last day...always.
Love it,
Liam
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Heartfelt, funny and touching, beautiful as always from you
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you are too sweet!
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Good work on this spongebob poem. You are a creative poet in my opinion and this shows!!! LIKED IT!!
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ahahaha! I LOVE IT! I was actually watching spongebob with my brother as I read this. Hilarious and lovely! Thanks for entering..much better than I thought I'd get!
Mylee -
That's were SpongeBob lives.
This is a wonderful poem. How quickly our childhood escapes. How quickly our children's childhoods escape. We all grow up too fast.
Garrison
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Bikini Bottom
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