Spell "Pretty" for MeA Poem by TTBoy28
They made a great team though it was his dream He wanted to win the contest
He studied hard and remembered the card The show demanded his best
Visions of sounds and words on mounds Was all he could focus on
She held his hand as her number one fan His fear was all gone
As he took his seat his heart began to beat He saw her face and grinned
There were so many others so many mothers But he only had one real friend
He thought of the good times when they would make rhymes Would even laugh out loud
They would do things together in all kinds of weather Boy, they were so proud
Each one took their turn not too careful to crash and burn What did he see from afar
He rose to speak but his voice grew weak There was his shining star
The word was simple although not rhyming with pimple He did not want to lose
His action struck a chord but the audience grew bored They all thought it was a ruse
"Spell PRETTY for me," said Miss Betty, "This will be the last word of the night"
"If you are wrong, we'll have to say, "So long" So, we do hope you get it right
"Can you say it in a sentence for me?" a little reverse psychology caused the announcer to ask, "Why?"
"Because PRETTY to you is P-R-E-T-T-Y But for me it's M-O-M-M-Y
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4 Reviews Added on May 13, 2010 Last Updated on May 13, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..Writing
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