Open Poetry #1 |
Chicken Nabbin Thief (challenge from DreamEvil) |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
I tasted the blood of my beast A taste of the heart as it ceased The pain all drained no more sorrow I'll clean this mess up on the morrow Someone yells as the plot thickens Where goes the last of the chickens Who would want them but for to eat Who would take them not for their meat! They eyed me and my metaphor And since poetry they doth abhor They saw i must be lil hungry The chicken nabbin thief I came to be [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 08-24-99).] |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Walt, you really work wonders. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
This was pretty good! Kinda gruesome kinda funny. |
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