Hell

Hell

A Poem by Norma J. Jessee

The screeching,

The squeeling,

Fingernails on a

Ckalkboard.

A cat fight.

Hour after

Torture-ous hour.

Now there is an

Amplifier.

Lord, Please,

Help my husband,

Learn to play

The violin.

Before I  go

Insane.

 

© 2008 Norma J. Jessee


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I pray for your sake your prayer is answered soon. There is not much more annoying than that sound. It is making my teeth hurt just from thinking about it. This was a fun and lite hearted read to start my day of with. I appreciate that.

Wonderfully Done!!!!

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.




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hahaha....my little brother plays the tuba and my sister played the clarinet. I endured MUCH torture at their hands so I can totally relate! :) Hang in there!

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

lol ... this made my day, norma ... a good laugh breaks up the day just right ... write on, Norma

one of the Asiian figurines is:

The mouth, one gateway of hell ...

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

LOOL! Wow thats pretty harsh. I'm sure he can't be that bad!

Posted 17 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

haha, i love it.


Posted 17 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 8, 2008

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Norma J. Jessee
Norma J. Jessee

VA



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I am a 57 year old, happily married, mother of 4, who have blessed me with 12 grandchildren. I find a lot of my inspiration comes from my grandchildren. who can provide an endless supply of things to .. more..

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