A dancing elephant with no manners
Stepping on my toes
She thinks there's no matter
the rudeness that ensued
She wasn't bothered
Talking behind ones back
Rumors to be fathered
Devil's deal be kept
Some strange kind of madness
An unknown disease
The bloated elephant
with only rudeness for release
Oh! She grew livid!
She got so mad!
When I was the one to tell her
Manners were to be had.
The elephant snorted
With evil in her eyes
As I told her
"The devil will tell lies"
And suddenly it dawned on her
Finally she could see
She looked down
and saw she was stepping on my feet...
Author notes
Do not, for the sake of my insanity, ask what the hell i just wrote. Honestly I don't know, my imagination has been weird here lately. ;_; I've recently compared incorrect grammar to sticking ones finger in an electric pencil sharpener and my love life to the attempt of fixing a sinking ship with cherry flavored bubblegum. -_- My mind is being odder than usual. lol. I hope it doesn't have to actually pertain to the lyrics, because this is what the lyrics inspired in me. >.> Don't know why.
A contest entry
- Cyanide's Ipod List by Cyanide Dreams.
675 points, ended November 23, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow. This made me giggle. I liked the way you took the prompt and made it completely your own. Your imagery was cute and I liked how it flowed and how it rhymed. Great job and good luck in the contest.
Josh
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Oh, you know me real well
Your prompt is the lyrics: "I chime in, with-a-haven't you people ever heard of, closing the god-damn door, no?" - "I write sins, not tragedies" by Panic! at the disco. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.
Josh
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