I waited for you in the night
Holding my breath so wide awake
The moon was high the stars shone bright
I dreamt of holding you so tight
Enough to fear two hearts might break
I waited for you in the night
Sent love messengers in full flight
Adrift on ripples of the lake
The moon was high the stars shone bright
Two spellbound hearts to reunite
Lovers winning big the sweepstake
While waiting for you in the night
Come to me quench my appetite
Sweet love in store through till daybreak
The moon so high the stars so bright
Towards me comes my shining knight
It's you at last it's no mistake
I waited for you in the night
The moon was high the stars shone bright
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 2, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT B sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
First comes orientation, so long and annoying!
From HIPPA to OSHA oh, how boring.
My first night, I made a mistake!
Oh, how I wish I would win a sweepstake!
The second night went by..
I hope no mistakes were found; sigh..
Tonight is my third, so far; so good.
I think I have done, all that I should.
My new co-workers just stare at me..
I'm not sure whether I should stay or flee!
I will try to be amicable, come what may.
No one says much, probably gambling if I'll go or stay.
My paranoia would suggest, to my mind..
That they are gossiping from behind!
Several days go on, I don't know if I can cope.
I made another mistake, in a corner I want to mope.
Oh well, I will do the best that I am..
I guess if I do not, I will be canned!
(This is a fictional poem)
My neighbor played an April fools' prank when he called me and said I won a
sweepstake.
I was furious when I learned it was all fake.
When he said April fools', you should've heard the names he got called.
I happen to be his barber and when he comes in my shop, I'm going to shave
him bald.
(This is a fictional poem)
Last week I received a letter that said I won a million dollar sweepstake.
I got so mad that I started to shake.
I know that the postal service can be slow.
But this letter was mailed to me twenty years ago.
I went to the post office to complain about this.
But believe it or not, they said it was good service.
They said that because of the postal service's inefficiency, I was lucky to get the
letter at all.
That pissed me off so I kicked the postmaster in the balls.
But that turned out to be a federal offense.
I was arrested and now I'm facing a lengthy prison sentence.
Now I will rot in jail.
All because of the inefficiency of the mail.
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