It’s that time of year
Filled with streamers and balloons
As the children laugh, squeal, and cheer
Another term has come and gone so soon
Cake, presents, and ice cream
As everyone gathers around and sings
Blow out the candles for wishes and dreams
Wondering what the future shall bring
Now it’s time for the games
As the elders pass the blindfolds and bats
Everyone makes ready and takes aim
At the glass piñata they take a whack
With every swing and swipe
Precariously closer then the last
Tension builds, surging the hype
Waiting for the glass piñata to crash
Blood curdling screams cause a scatter
As a bat finally swings and connects
The glass piñata cracks and shatters
Leaving the spoils for the insects
Comments
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this poem is quite intense.. and I found it to be intriguing.. especially the last stanza. I love the dark feel this has to it.
in the beginning, there is the build up, the suspense then in the end release.. excellent job with this.
of late I've been having trouble reading, seeming to have a lack on concentration of late, but you've managed to capture my attention. that's not an easy thing to do.
I really enjoyed reading this piece.
kat
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Nice! Piñata's have only recently become popular here, not sure why. Love this write, superb take on breaking one
I call my daugther piñata, sure if she broke sweets would fall out 
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