Run

by StandStill   Mar 2, 2008


I'm not pretty
and I'm not smart
but I have cruel words
that bite like a dart

so i'd run
while you can
before i throw you out of the fire
and into the frying pan

that's right, I'm mean
and I bite
so you better run
quaking in fright!

i mean this. think before you try to be my friend...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hiya,

    this poem read like it flowed through your veins and out onto the parchment. Did it?
    I find my best poems just simply flow.

    Well done

    Michael

    p.s thanks for your comment about Phrase of Praise.

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