The tin of spaghetti

The tin of spaghetti

A Poem by The Enemy

The moody Grinch drove down the road
A smelly man looked like a toad
Slimey hands with hair of grease 
Never giving those girls some peace
Always taking spaghetti tins
And scrubbing round those dirty bins 
Gambling shops he wastes some cash
Then wonders why he looks like trash
Going into that empty house
Silent steps just like the mouse
He likes to take the little girls stuff
Cause he's like a Billy goats gruff

© 2018 The Enemy


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This poem effectively crafts a very interesting as well as despicable sounding character. I really wish it was longer and had more to go with it. I guess that just proves the effectiveness of your writing.
Really good stuff here

Posted 5 Years Ago


Something a bit sinister about this character; would not be surprised if he owns a long dirty trench coat! Good one Kevin - love a bit of 'black humour' ... :-)

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is so wonderful and cute, enjoyed this write

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on December 28, 2018
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The Enemy
The Enemy

burntwood, Staffs, United Kingdom



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