Blown over the windy path,
The fat lady doesn't laugh,
She is a little red all over,
Toppled over cliffs at Dover,
Her son said he was a cow,
The fat lady ain't here now,
But he'll be mourning today,
Wishing his mum did stay.
A contest entry
- Quick Blurb!! by Jepardy.
400 points, ended April 26, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is a very deep piece. You did a great job in just those few lines. Very nice. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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Hia
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Yeh this site is good i've been checking some of the other poetry and you've all got talent round here. -
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This is a great piece of poetry. though short, you said a lot. It has a nice flow and you seem to be quite metaphoric. Talent... you got it
Again, welcome to the site. Be sure to get around and comment on some poetry. that is the best way to get readers to your page as well
Sincerely,
luckynsincere, Site Greeter
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