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Teddy Topper Poem
I went in my room. I locked up the door.
Guess who comes knocking? Mama of course!
Guess what she has? A flat wooden spoon.
She bore down upon me. What happened next?
I'm down on the floor next to copies of checks.
Whap! Wham! The pain doesn't stop.
It's hurting so bad. But I grabbed a mop.
My mama and me, In a stairwell we fight.
She missed on the left. The spoon hit the light.
I swung the mophead 360 around.
Next thing I know, my mama is down.
With a clatter and crash, I feel all around.
My poor fat mama is down on the ground.
I stared at my mop and my own two feet.
What lay next to them made the misery complete.
Down at the right was the flat wooden spoon.
I looked down at mama. I looked down at my doom.
It's my sisters fault, that my mama did die.
And all I did was spit in her eye.
Copyright © Teddy Topper | Year Posted 2009
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Teddy Topper Poem
Blood is heated
Anger fueled
By lust of an enemy dueled.
By ever taunting
Make it stronger
Before it’s free, won’t be much longer.
Rage released
Hatred free
Venting leads us to believe.
The clout of anger
Dwells hereafter
In souls divided by screams and laughter.
The laughter mocks
The heart of man
As only enraged mortal can.
Keep at bay
These fits of rage
All it is, it’s just a stage.
Copyright © Teddy Topper | Year Posted 2009
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