The Great EscapeA Poem by Willy PA spontaneous write on a rainy afternoon where tornadoes were threatening. enjoy.
Once upon a time when time was not, Yes, I was there, but then I forgot. I hit a big lady with a big pot. What a strange thing to do. I tried to run but my fingers were blue, “What happened?” I yelled. “You got hit with a shoe!” I was troubled and scared. “Oh what should I do?” She was huge! gonna plow me right through! I started to run even though I was blue, Even though time was not, And I’m hit with a shoe. I started to run, the only thing I could do. I must get away so I head for the door. But the door wasn’t there; the door was no more. What a strange place that was, where Time was a store And Time had no door. The door wasn’t there so I head for The Bat, The Bat that was scary, The Bat with a hat. I was running towards it when I heard a splat. And the splat, well, it came from The Bat. The fat lady slowed down and came to a stop. Well, first she just slowed down then started to hop. I turned and saw what had just made her hop What had made her to stop, what had made the big plop. The Bat’s splat had made a big terrible mess A mess that was stinky, a mess…I digress. I would finish the story, but I have too much stress. These people are watching. I’m under duress. The story is over. I wrote it all down. I ended up living, I lived with a frown. The moral is this, do not live or you’ll drown. The story is over. So stop scrolling down. © 2008 Willy PAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 17, 2008 AuthorWilly PIrondale, ALAboutAfter being in and out of juvie for three years I decided my life was a waste and I tried unsuccessfully to kill myself. My mom, fearing I would try suicide again with a different result, forced me to.. more..Writing
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