Breezing into my
room like a panda dipped in
seaweed
comes my sister, clad
in black and green, a camera
in her hands.
It's not her's, nor
mine (that one she
broke), and
now I come to think about it
I have no idea who
that lonely excuse of a
camera
actually belongs
to.
Anyways, mewling like a
cat and the
mature
seventeen-year-old she always
was,
is,
has ever been, the keyboard
is quickly
savaged by her possessive
and painted hands.
I show her
conversationally the
Chronicles of Narnia audio CDs
on my
desk, pondering the abundant
number of syllables in the
'Chronicles of Narnia audio CDs',
and why on
earth I have repeated that
line.
With
charming grin she points
to the cover and the
Snow Witch, and
asks
'Why don't you look like that?'
whilst uploading onto
my computer pictures of her
blue
eyebrows.
I quietly thank the
Radio Times
for the greatest
role-model of a
sister-thing.
Author notes
Well, it just happened, so I thought I'd write about it.
A contest entry
- [Cheer me up (again) ] by whiterabbit..
400 points, ended October 25, 2008, 24 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I show her
conversationally the
Chronicles of Narnia audio CDs
on my
desk, pondering the abundant
number of syllables in the
'Chronicles of Narnia audio CDs',
and why on
earth I have repeated that
line.
Loved this stanza especially but liked the whole piece. Life is poetry!! Congrats on the well deserved gold.
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I really like this. It's cute, original, and random. I like the descriptions that you used. It makes the imagery so clear. Thanks for entering.
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Thankya for your comment and the gold! X3
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no problem doll
you deserved it
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