They have eyes, I tell you
they're all looking up at me
so how can I devour them
that would not be discreet.
They go down my throat like worms
causing sensations that are immoral
why must I toy with them, in fact
they're alive, yuk, they'll eat me...
I don't mind sitting here half a day
or a whole month/day/week/lifetime
just get those things away, please
they're haunting, frowning, scary.
If I was not your child, or had a choice
I'd speak my mind on this matter/my voice
you'd not make me eat these black-eyed peas
I'd not do it, but you keep ignoring my pleas.
Author notes
THE BEST OF THE WORST EXCUSES you have ever heard or used!
A contest entry
- Excuses, Excuses, Excuses, WHATCHA GOT SOBER OR OTHERWISE by Disturbed Prodigy.
7000 points, ended December 5, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i don't think i can stop laughing at this one this was good, i mean really good, i loved it, classic, classic, classic, keep it flowing and for me it was milk, i would take a beating before a glass of milk, to this day i still don't drink it, good luck in the contest
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tender laughter...oh I hear ya...used to hide my peas
in the milk...looking like a saintly angel...
who me? oh, yes, they were nummy!
wonderful write to enjoy!
thankyou for your entry!
Blessings be to Corn, Green Beans, and Broccoli...but
please do not pass me the peas!
unless you like green milk.
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Thank you hahaha my thing was to just sit and sit...then try and find a cleverly devised scheme to use the bathroom for a depository discreetly hahaha sometimes it worked and other times it didn't hahaha how did I survive hahaha God only knows
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