My home is a mess—
Around thirteen hives.
I have thirteen children,
From my thirteen wives.
And with thirteen kids,
There must be my forbids.
For if they're all girls
There'll be romantic wirls
Thirteen boyfriends—
Slackers, all the lot.
And some bear always tries
To get my honey pot.
A contest entry
- Conversations with my 13 year old self... by artemis the hunter.
190 points, ended October 26, 2007, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
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If you have thirteen daughters do you have thirty guns to shoot thirteen boys who want to date them? Or for that matter thirteen walls for them to jump over in attempt to escape and thirteen nails for them each to land on when they make it over?
Haha that's my uncle's idiot proof plan to protect his nieces. He says, "If I find out any of you have boyfriends. I'll chase him out of the yard, over the wall where nails will be waiting and then I'll just follow the trail of blood with my hunting rifle."
Yeah...my uncle is insane!
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Nice poem
What can I say but I really liked this, is was cute and worked well for the contest.
Sarah.
beginning: 3, language: 3, plot: 3, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 3.
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Lol this was good, very funny
Keep up the good writes, my thirteen girls wat a catastrophe.
~Lady Madeline.
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Thank you!
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haha! I loved it! Awsome! It was short but this added to the affect of the words. Good luck in my contest!
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, characters: 5.
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Ai, you commented before I was done editing... lol
Thanks though.
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