Foot Down

Foot Down

A Poem by Rebecca

Congratulations, my little withered flower,

Twas about time you spoke.

I'm sad that it was still not with a vocal,

But it was 'something'.

I think it is funny how you think you've done something

That someone else might consider courageous.

I'm sorry to disappoint you with no care.

In the end though, my little flower.

You put your foot down,

Right into your mouth.

© 2024 Rebecca


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This is cool, it's short and doesn't go on and on like an epic, but it's still got substance. Good write, I enjoyed it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Cleverly written. I like "my little withered flower".

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on November 18, 2009
Last Updated on July 6, 2024

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