The competition's here
are ya game
it's all the same to me
your secret handshakes
and morning power shakes
won't help a nit you see
arrange your networks
underground and over
from Dover, Maine
to Istanbul
and take a dive
from the bright white
Cliffs of Dover
Call your pals
and wink cajole
it won't stop this locomotive
I can't be beat
this is my street
with words I'm tres emotive
You choose the game
I'll win it every time
I'm born to win
bred from within
I do it all
ask anyone
my aim is deadly
though I've no gun
impressions?
Hell, you name
any one you know
I'll drop my pants
you'll be amazed
"He's done Pinocchio!"
I'll sing a tune
the ladies swoon
but these are words inscribed
you'll read and get light headed
a jug of hooch
occurs to you
you'll feel like you've embibed
but truly this is all in jest
my quest to win some bucks
the win is in the heart it takes
to enter in the fray
the loss is theirs
who sit and jeer
the ones who will not play
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Write a free verse poem. Free verse is a form of poetry that does not necessarily follow to any specific meter patterns, rhyme, or any other pattern. Free verse, despite its freedom, often still has some elements of form. Most free verse does observe a convention of lines and structure. No rhyming patterns. |
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Author Notes
The contest doesn't actually have rules, but the title is "Competition", so I followed suit. :))
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