DinnerA Poem by LunaThink of "The Most Dangerous Game" twist it to involve a few others and a spectacular feast.Plates, Spoons, & Forks All assembled. The dining room & kitchen Spotless. The servants are eagerly waiting. The game of hunting is unending. Their master shoots But has not scored. Their guests jump And run for the doors. Another shot, One is down on the floor. “Clean him up!” Their master roars. The guests look up. He sits and implores them © 2010 Luna |
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Added on January 10, 2010 Last Updated on January 10, 2010 AuthorLunaNYAboutHello There! Pen-Name: Luna/Lunaskies Other Nicknames: Roxas/Biff Real Name: Bwahaha I shall never tell!~ Or will I o.O? Age: 17 Likes: All kinds of music' Different languages (I speak Englis.. more..Writing
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