Thursday, September 27, 2012

Poetry from the HW Pack (by EA)

Today I had a dream.
It made me scream.
I was afraid of a treat I got.
Customers were at my store.
They bought tea with bait
and threw it on the floor.
So, I contacted the police for
help with the mess.
They arrived from around the back 
in a dress
So, I said, "Is this real?" as I walked up to them.
Then they said, "You're punked," with a sweet grin.

Written by EA

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