Remote Wars
General Hospital, or Family Fued
The stakes were high
No one willing to lose
The stage was set for the ensuing war
Wills would clash
And egos held the floor
With nostrils flared, she stated her case
I stood firm
Her words a waste
I snatched the remote, did my victory dance
She stormed off
With a wicked glance
I was enjoying it all, then heard my phone
She hoped i would be happy
Eating all alone
So General Hospital, was very good today
In every victory
Theres a price you pay
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2013
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