Wicked tricks for treats!

Wicked tricks for treats!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Wicked tricks for treats!
The wine was divine
ye company poor,
so I helped you
with ye baggage.
We took a drive,
we buried him deep;
a little pat of the shovel.
It was...
Oh! So sweet
getting rid of the creep.
But.....
" Where are the car keys?"
" I haven't got them!"
" I thought you had them!"

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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that would be a problem now wouldn't it? a well spun tale - like a spider's web!

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thank you pete, how are you doing my friend?
Pete

7 Years Ago

freezing my tail off in Boston. very windy. has been 40 - 60 degrees for a while and then bam! th.. read more
andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

we are having an autumn heatwave for two weeks now in the mid thirties
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Hahaha!

Once again you have delivered a killer punchline to conclude your poem. I just couldnt imagine De Niro making such a mistake as you have described!

Another fine piece of writing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

hahah yes he's no idiot! lol Thank you kind Sir!
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Shaking in my boots...sounds like car keys...chessy grimich ---> :--)

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

haha thank you lynn
oh no! hahah! good one.. actually. with a surprise ending!


Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much Deerinheadlights
LOL...Oh no!
Where are the keys?
Love this...remind me NOT to take you along if I ever decide to whack my ex...lol.
Nice job!

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

lol, ok we'll do him another way;) Thank you ReedWrite:):)

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Added on November 22, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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