Rubber Sandwiches

This poem is edible!

Why run about in open fields

To capture fleeing game

When food comes out in images

And beckons to your name

Their meals are ones of plenty

So long as one can pay

For men who starve in city streets

Are relics of the day

When we ran about in open fields

To capture fleeing game

Reviews

[Light]

very good! i like this poem! from the days of hunting game to having enough money to pay. i liked the concept of this poem, but you should add punctuation. it makes it easier to read (in terms of connecting the dots with one another, concept/thought-wise)

-light-

[Grace Catherine C.]

This was very clever and I really appreciate the point you make with it. Excellent work!

[.]

I really wanted you to elaborate on this. Another interesting concept but would have really liked to have something a little more meaty!

[Tate Morgan]

I liet I feel like it should be longer by a few but i like it

[T]

Not bad. It almost sounds like a limerick. Nice flow and good rhymes. I approve.