I had been told
He was a man to clear a room
Vulgar, unrefined and rude
His personality a bristly broom.
Imagine my surprise
To meet a mild, soft-spoken gentleman
Delighted to commune.
But as we talked
The reach of our discussion was enlarged
And all the rumors were confirmed
I found he was entirely uncouth
Impolite and crude
With one apparent flaw
He always spoke the truth.
A contest entry
- Share your poems with me by trekkergirl.
550 points, ended November 6, 2008, 174 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Silver Sword of Truth- prewrites accepted....many images and quotes to select. by FlamesDragoness.
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This was well thought out. I have met a few like that but truth was their truth only. Thank you for giving me a chance to think over that which was once past ...Great write
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Absolutely loved it!
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Oh my goodness
Evidentrly he was never taught not everyone wants to hear his opinion of another . If he looked upon himself I wonder there what would he have to say
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Thank you so much.
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ahhhh very nice. I like this one. And I agree that sometimes the truth can be a very difficult thing to here. You wrote an excellent tale here. I liked it a whole lot. Thanks for entering my contest!
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