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I Begged Her

Our art teacher was half our age
He had his job because his father was Hubie,
As head art teacher.  
Our guy, Mr.D was a newbie 

Mr D begged us to put our latest paintings in the art show.
Kathy and I did this immediately to help him out and a possible win.
Nellie, our carmate who had talked nonstop about how great hers was
Said “No.”
I kept begging her and begging her so she finally gave in.

Mr D was overjoyed.  He ran to the judges with our 3 paintings.
Came back with one.  Apparently Nellie’s did not make the cut
Her face got red she glared at me and she clamped up her mouth.  
If you think the 79 mile ride home was fun...anything but.

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Faraz Ajmal Date: 5/6/2018 3:50:00 AM Ahh such a beautiful poem, it s the principle of life that the proud one always lost, it s the over confidence that they are going to win no matter what happens and they end up not giving their true hard work, God always show us, and your poem also show it, really enjoyed reading this poem od your s and especially the message, good luck Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 5/6/2018 10:05:00 AM Thank you, Faraz. I appreciate your kind words and your visit.

Line Gauthier Date: 5/5/2018 10:36:00 AM LOL - poor losers make bad car poolers. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 5/5/2018 11:31:00 AM It was so awful the other carmate and I howl with laughter every time we think of it. It was like having a pouty 2 year old in the car.

Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly Date: 5/5/2018 10:15:00 AM I can imagine that loooong car ride home, Caren. Makes me think of Nellie in Little House On The Prairie. Have an awesome day! :) ~ Artsie xx Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 5/5/2018 11:31:00 AM Thank you for your visit and lovely words Artsie.