once upon a time in a land far away
there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay
They walked all day and night to find something to do
They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.
Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow
The temperature was dropping and it began to snow
They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry
When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry
He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold
He said his back was aching, that he was getting old
He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head
but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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ooh the ending caught me off guard. Indira’s right, negativity kills. great take on the prompt.
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Thanks. Some people don’t know how to get out of bad situations
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The poor guy. Negative thoughts enter and you are doomed.
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This reminds me of The Night Before Christmas poem.
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Yes, it has that rhythm. That’s me and my sing-songy head
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Wow, that ending was a zinger 😳
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😆 I couldn’t figure out how to end it! Lol
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This could be a poem for the homeless, especially at this time of year, in the cold.
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right?!?!?! so sad. David and I were talking about it and there are so many obstacles when you are so poor and/or homeless. It’s hard to get to a level where you can live at least somewhat comfortably. In the US it is getting harder and harder it seems.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Christine’s response to RXC#257
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Thanks for the reblog
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You are welcome.
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Died of fear, or old age? 😂
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