I've come to take your soul.
Said the ghostly figure, dead and cold.
You ate the rest of the bread,
But the soul is filled with mold.
I've come to take your tuna salad
From it's chilling air tight grave
You said you'd eat it later
But 2 months is too long to save.
I've come to take your milk
He said straight and bold
It used to be silky and white
But now it's chunky and old
I've come to take your leftovers
Rotting and stinking like feet
I've come to take your leftovers
Because even the dead need to eat.
Author notes
A frightening look into the after life. Ok, maybe not so frightening.
Written November 23rd, 2004
A contest entry
- What Do You See III by ms-cuddles.
300 points, ended November 24, 2004, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Cute and Silly
Very cute indeed. I enjoyed reading this. You took this in a direction that I did not see, so in essence you opened my eyes. Thanks for the glimpse into your mind and thank you for entering the contest. Hugs~ Cuddles -
yeah deffinately this is so cute. ha. i like the bible too.
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nice write
HaHa this is kinda cute...but i get the point. I love poems that have great imagery and yours in one like i describe! Great job!
XOXO
~laura
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