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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I awakened about midnight in the middle of the day. I was crawling swiftly toward you as I slowly raced away. I hummed a merry melody that truly had no tune As I ate my cup of coffee and then drank my bowl of prune. The pot of beans boiled over upon the pristine ceiling So I tossed out the banana and I ate the wormy peeling. The cat was barking at me and the happy dog meowed As I stood out there so lonely in the middle of a crowd. The sun was shining brightly in a snowy blackened sky, I was a girl so much in hate I wished I that I could die. The wilted flowers were nice and fresh just as they ought to be, The ugly ones you sent me from so far across the sea. The postman brought the email that I had mailed to you. He said it had no stamp and so he couldn't let it through. I long so much to see you and to look in your brown eye And I cannot wait to hold you and to say a sad goodbye. If you want to read my letter, please do call me yesterday. I cannot wait to see you so please take the long hard way. My daddy said he’s happy to give you my eager hand, The one that’s always begging for his money, understand. The guests are now arriving in their wrinkled, tattered rags And the ushers have been drinking rare champagne from paper bags. The musicians have their bag pipes out to play a cheerful dirge. And I'm waiting for my bridegroom from his boudoir to emerge. The honored guests are seated in the front of the back row And the flower girl is directing everybody where to go. The preacher stands beside me as I search the smoke filled room For a candidate who's better than is my intended groom. You know I love you more than all the pimples on my face, As I claim you as my husband in your denim dress of lace. Oxymoronica Contest by Kristen Bruni 13th p[lace
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