Nana,
he sang, and it was angels
that fell out of that boy's
mouth. Nana, and she
swooned over the
strawberries
and the cream for good
measure. Nana, and the
blanket
went flying over the picnic
table, hands too soon occupied
with shady curls, a prince's crown and
her royal blue socks. Her smile
was tanned perfection, so he said
Nana, and the perfection
smiled back at him. With sun-setting
lashes and emerald eyes, it was
Nana, and smiles, and scones, and
jam. His grin only
faded when Nana said
she was
a man.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Happily Never After... by sora..
400 points, ended December 18, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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came back to read this again...
the ending makes me ROFL every time!
XD
bravo, bravo...
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Thank you again for the gold, I'm honoured! =D
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o_O
well, i can honestly tell you that i did NOT see that coming! XD
wonderful imagery; a picture-perfect fairytale that ended with a shocking twist...
this is such an imaginative take on the prompt.
great work!
i frigging love it!
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Why thankyou! 8D
I enjoyed writing it ><
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