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Ravioli |
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Dragot Junior Member
since 2006-04-30
Posts 11 |
Ravioli – Apparently a Feast Only for a Victor I played kick the can The night before. We all dressed in black Or camouflage. I was it, I stood Covering the blue bouncy ball. I’d step a few steps left, Glance both directions, “1…2…3…I see Scott beyond the bushes of the blue house.” I’d take a few steps to the right, “1…2…3…I see Amy beyond the truck.” I took too long finding Amy, My brother came around the corner running towards the ball, “1…2…” as the ball sailed through the air, “3…I see Josh…” I woke up the next day, after my loss, I was hungry. I tiptoed towards the kitchen. I opened a can of ravioli, poured it in a bowl, and threw it in the microwave. I knew my brother was downstairs. A minute and a half passed, The microwave dinged, The steps creaked, My heart raced. Copyright 2006© Dragot |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 how funny better eat fast must be the moral to this story |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Very good. I really like this, very creative and original. That would make a great short film... Not many poems make me laugh. Thanks Cheers - Ed P.S. I wasn't kidding about that short film. I'm not smart, I'm just a tricky dumb person. |
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