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Brie Lovely Poem
An ominous storm one winter day,
No more animals out to play,
The once green grass left to decay
As crystal daggers litter the already silken white ground.
But despite all of this,
Two reckless rabbits
Lost their wits
And were surrounded by the storm.
A nearly starved pack of wolves spotted the pair
Desperate for dinner, to the rabbits’ despair
The duo ran ‘till they could no more
Praying they wouldn’t be dinner for sure
Until.
From the corner of their eyes they saw
A stature a bit too tall
For any comfort at all.
For a while the rabbits were running, running,
Unaware of the upcoming cunning, stunning,
leering, jeering, not friendly-appearing
Fox,
whom one may assume
Didn’t want to make friends he couldn’t consume.
Yet to their surprise, the predator said,
“Don’t worry, because yes, a hand I will lend
For one little favor, the least I can ask
Is if you’d so kindly make me a mask
So I can grab a juicy chipmunk
Because with my apparal, I’ve had no luck
I can distract the pack
I’ll watch your back
As long as it may take.
A worthwhile deal, may I say
Besides, what’s a little chipmunk to you anyway?”
The first rabbit said, “Of course, that’d be great!”
Not knowing the deal would alter his fate
For while the rabbit was looking for twigs
The fox was deciding how to break his limbs.
But the second rabbit, wiser than his friend
Knew the fox’s ways and how it could end
So he said, “No thanks, I think I’ll pass.”
And went away, praying his buddy would last.
As the second bunny went away from the fox
Still running away from the wolves, at a loss
Of what he would do next.
And as he rushed, the wind blew his hair
And at first embraced its warming air
But then it whispered in his ear
“You have been strong so far, my dear
But now you must continue to trust my voice
For going astray is a punished choice
And though it may seem useless at first
You must lead them to water to quench their thirst.”
The rabbit pondered at the scheme
Because how could they drink from a frozen stream?
The wind replied, “Yes, their hearts are hard
But hearing my word plays a wild card
For some, it can crack open the ice
But others will refuse and keep rolling the dice
Wasting their lives
Losing their minds.”
The young rabbit only somewhat understood
But with the wind’s might, he did all he could
He lead the wolves to a pond
And to his relief, the burden’s bond
With him was gone
The grass he could see
He finally could breathe
The spring set him free.
Meanwhile his friend, returning with bark
Planning to make the mask before dark
But when he arrived, the wolves all attacked
And the fox barred his teeth and made his neck snap
As his fangs seeped deeper, he heard the wind speak,
“You listened to him, he made you weak
But I can make you strong once again
So long as you simply admit your sin.”
But even with all the mercy given
The stubborn rabbit refused to give in
So he let the sneaky fox consume him
And as his eyes began to dim
He still didn’t accept the price for protection was already payed.
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Brie Lovely Poem
Late Friday night, I'm in bed
No big parties, maybe just no friends…
But those thoughts fade
While catching up with the latest trends
On the internet
Surfing without reason
My history a treason
Food crumbs askew
A glutton, not far and few
When suddenly, I see a light
Burning my weakened eyes ,and was it a sight
My computer screen
In front of me the pixels grin
As I say a sin
I couldn't believe what I was seein'
My pants I was a peein'
"Who are you" I ask
"Dirty minds" it says back
"Now listen here, whoever you are
Maybe I've spent too long at the bar
But you gotta go
For I was busy on here, though
You should know."
"Don't you dear talk that way scum
I'll send your history to your mum
And busy with what, might I say
Looking up pretty boot-aes?"
Now fatty over here couldn't deny
For what it said wasn't a lie
But was this a hoax?
So with reason and no regret
He threw the computer in the toilet.
(Okay, I know this sucks, but whatever >.< Incase it was hard to get, boot-aes means butt…that's about it)
23 March 2015
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