Spike, Star, Etc.

A poem dedicated to a person who for some reason wants me to use these particular words but gives the freedom to use them in whichever order one choses to use them in.

Spike,

Star,

Crisp,

Chip,

Scale,

Fever,

Basket,

Glass,

Flame,

Pure,

Song,

Feather,

Glitter,

Space,

Eleven,

Dirt,

Shadow,

Chisel,

Clover,

Red,

There!

Are you happy now? 

Reviews

[KeelyJane]

cant say im a fan.........

[Anti Phalanx]

Can't say I don't blame you. There was a contest on this site where you had to use all of these words in a poem but I really didn't like the idea. So when I made this I was going for nothing but rubbish.

[KeelyJane]

why did you even bother with the contest then?

[Anti Phalanx]

There's no fun in not participating

[KeelyJane]

Fun absent effort is hardly participating

[Anti Phalanx]

You're missing the point. This poem isn't meant to be liked. I tried to reflect my dislike of the contest onto this poem. And from the sounds of it I feel I've succeeded on that.

[The Mutterer]

If you beat me I will be furious

[Anti Phalanx]

Trust me, this poem will go far.