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Death to all Cheerleaders
by Mainon A SchwartzI am calmly contemplating the placement of dynamite
Under the seat of a particular girl, three chairs down.
Her giggle, which is incessant, has a high-pitched rasp
That makes my veins quiver with irritation. Yet I,
A diligent girl hard at work on her thesis, have not yet
Snapped. This is a true accomplishment, that I have not yet
Slapped. Her. Upside. That perky little blond head. 04/28/2004 Posted on 04/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
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| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/29/04 at 03:20 AM just love the edge this has to it...very clever, very well written and boy do i agree...only suggestion is the form could be a little different to add more punch to some of the words and to make key expressions stand out |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/29/04 at 04:46 PM LOL! I'm ready to join you after reading your poem. I can't stand people that are loud and obnoxious. Pass me a stick of TNT, and thanks for your comment on Shape Shifter. |
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