Carl Fraser Poet I do not know?

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

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Robin Davis October 22, 2013 at 7:35 PM This is creative and humorous From beginning to end you keep the reader captivated to see what happens Nice job Thanks for the wonderful comment on my Habits poem. I appreciate it.

Carol Eastman May 4, 2013 at 11:33 AM It's amazing where we draw our boundries in this day and age.

Delysia Hendricks May 3, 2013 at 4:12 PM hahaha. Very apt title, Carl. I sometimes wish for a TV screen with more than one division. An entertaining write, my friend. :)

Skat A May 1, 2013 at 3:10 PM LOL :-) I just love this so much Carl, ~SKAT

Harry Horsman April 30, 2013 at 3:24 PM Oh yes Carl, i like this, love how you have structure the poem, also interesting subject...