Ad What?? by Kalikala Smith One morning, about ten past two, there was a (noun) and he was quite blue. A(n) (adjective) (noun) of most terrible grace, stood above him and (verbed) in his face. Now how could he stand it? Whatever could he do? (adverb) he smiled and started to pace. In his great (noun) he thought up a plan... one that would free him of this (adjective) (noun). He whipped up the courage, with a fork and a knive, and (verbed) himself free, of his terrible strife. Who knew he was so (adjective)? No one could believe his (adjective)! And as evening fell, about ten past two, he settled in his (noun) and slumbered as (adverb as could be. 08/31/2003 Author's Note: a spin off of ad libs. remember it at all? Posted on 08/31/2003 Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Vimal Rony on 09/02/03 at 07:07 PM Very wise and original concept and very well executed,Kalikala. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)