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Triskaidekaphobia |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Pulling fingernails was not her style Nor a ride down the mare of steel She was no female, terrible Ivan But she knew my Achilles' heel She hissed, six and seven, nine and four Are you seven away from a score? I screamed, wench of pain,leave me alone Just get my shrink on the phone! A baker's dozen, to her was pure fun She said, are you starting to sweat Unlucky for some, she said with a smirk Now have you considered that yet? She peeled two pears, then eleven more By now, fear had struck to the core What concoction was left? She had me bereft As into my psyche she tore Then, as hope wisped away on the fear She smiled, enough is enough Placed, gently, the eight of spades in my hand As the five of hearts fell from her cuff! [This message has been edited by Redstart (01-18-2015 02:57 AM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Aren't you the creative one! Of all the unique topics! I really enjoyed this bit of fun you concocted. Thank you!  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This brought broad smiles, you always give your poems a terrific rhythm, as this one shows so clearly. Margherita |
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