Anther typical day said I
I looked up above, way up high
and all I could see was that dark black sky
here comes the rain
try to refrain
people began to ran
umbrella gripped tightly in hand
I heard the pitter patter
Streets got wetter
making my speech harder to deliver
the rain was not the typical color
something was wrong
rain should be clear
why am I worrying theres nothing to fear!
Rain always makes me dizzy and thats why i am unclear?
sO I am Ok AN DeEr Reader DON''t yOU seE?!
Hobos on the street
praising the rain
saying it was ever so sweet
rewarding them for there pain
So WHAT IF I opened my trap
I managed a hiccup
and then I spat
the rain that I held so dear
had somehow magically turned into beer!
A contest entry
- Alcoholic Clouds by aboomer.
700 points, ended September 11, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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YAHOO!
May that ever be poet. And maybe just Wednesdays a little Italian Vino and maybe on Saturdays a little Irish Whisky! Fun write poet.
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why thank you so much!!! <3
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lol - a lot of people on the streets might be happy with this one, especially those hobos...lol
nice job
thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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