General Poetry posted May 7, 2019

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Indians chasing me

The Stick

by Willie P. Smith

I had a bad nightmare the other night,
I was in an Indian fight.
I was starting to get away
But oops, to my dismay,
My horse pulled a dirty trick
And turned into a hickory stick.
For running, the stick wasn't gifted,
The Indians caught me and my scalp was lifted.

Worst Nightmare writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a poem or story about your worst nightmare. If submitting a poem change the type to poem on the submission page.

A bad nightmare.
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