I went to a Halloween party,
on a porch down the street.
The host said I was cute,
and that I was really sweet.
I started blushing badly,
when she said to me.
That I was very ripe and
What a great pie I would be.
I didn’t want to drink,
but I had to impress my dear.
We got to know each other,
over some sour beer.
After a few Tecate’s
I was slammin’ Heinekens.
She told me to slow down,
or I’d be a sick pumpkin.
We partied all night long,
On the cold concrete.
Let’s just say that those kids,
Weren’t the only ones who got a treat.
I started feeling queasy,
When she kissed me on the cheek.
My head started spinning,
I couldn’t even speak.
I leaned over the step,
and quickly started to hurl.
I embarrassed myself,
in front of this beautiful girl.
A contest entry
- An AP Halloween Party by lilangelsnemesis.
1700 points, ended December 1, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Very good write to the pic. Amazing what one can write about with some flair if given a good muse day. I really liked the way you penned this it gave me a smile on a not too good day. Pen on and thanks for all your nice comments.
Sharon
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very clever! Happy Halloween!
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