Author Topic: The Riverton Home for Orphaned Rhymes (Read 81556 times)

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #20 on:** June 11, 2007, 12:29:11 pm »

He put "17" on his box
it looked better,
though he knew in his heart
there would be no letter.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #21 on:** June 11, 2007, 07:24:12 pm »

An acrid,
feline, fulsome scent
issues from
the canvas tent.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #22 on:** June 11, 2007, 07:57:25 pm »

Their mouths had met
Like lock and key.
Alma watched
Dumbfoundedly.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #23 on:** June 11, 2007, 07:59:17 pm »

The Chatterbox
with whom he danced
had a spouse
Who caught his glance.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #24 on:** June 11, 2007, 08:00:53 pm »

"I aint no sinner --
least not yet!
But after dinner?
Hell... YOU BET!

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #25 on:** June 11, 2007, 08:02:53 pm »

The hippie scene --
The bus in Lake.
Was deleted.
Big mistake.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #26 on:** June 11, 2007, 08:04:12 pm »

The sleigh-ride ends
in mock attack.
He wrestled her
and thought of Jack.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #27 on:** June 11, 2007, 08:05:09 pm »

She penned a note
and sat at table.
She kept her cool
as much as able.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #28 on:** June 11, 2007, 08:06:06 pm »

The children at
the grocery store
Drop the glass jars
on the floor.

TOoP/Bruce · « **Reply #29 on:** June 11, 2007, 08:07:27 pm »

Construction work's
a thankless chore.
Tim talks too much
and is a bore.

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