Behind the oaken door he drawled
"Ok darlin, that's so good"
What It could be was perhaps
not what it was.
Later the flies on the walls were talking
"Did you see him polishing his irons?"
the first fly had said.
"I couldn't miss it," the second fly had said
adding, "he is always playing with those guns."
A contest entry
- Another Question Contest by penman.
1500 points, ended March 13, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest

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ehhh it didn't really get my interest. It was an ok write, but I think you can do better


