When Winning's Not An OptionA Poem by paparapapaAbout a situation where you definitely won't win against someone. ;) This one's a light read. Enjoy! :))
I yell at the top of my lungs, “Don’t touch my things!” She raises her
eyebrow, “But I want to!” Frustrated and annoyed, “They’re not yours.” She grins from
ear to ear “They’re from
our parents’ money!” I sigh, exasperated, “They bought it for me.” She smirks with
her innocent face, “They say
sharing is good.” I argue with all my wit, “But we can’t share all things.” She scoffs and
challenges me “Tell me, like
what?” Finally, I snap at her, “Like that underwear for Pete’s sake!” She puts on her
puppy eyes, “Why oh why my
dear sister?” I mumble, struggling to find the words, “Well, just because.” Evil replaces
the innocence in her eyes “Then come and get
it from me.” I attack, wrestle and struggle, And finally, yes, I’m in possession. She fights
back, her paws scratching, But I pinch her
hard to make it stop. But tears start
to well up on her wicked eyes, And in a
minute, I know she’ll bawl her heart out. I throw daggers at her, starting to feel anxious, And that’s when I hear her famous comeback words. Shouting " “Mom!
Sister’s glaring at me!” In a heartbeat,
I hear footsteps coming our way. It’s then I realize all of these feel familiar, For it’s now ten to zero, in favor of the brat. © 2011 paparapapaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 24, 2011Last Updated on November 24, 2011 AuthorpaparapapaDreamlandAboutIf you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing. - Benjamin Franklin more..Writing
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