Spitball

by flowerchild

Published March 9, 2008

Right on the back of my neck,
Completely sopping wet.
Soaked with spit and germs.
I make a face and turn,
To see him laughing,
and holding a straw.
I drop a napkin in my milk,
then bunch it into tiny ball.
Ha! Ha! I hit the jerk.

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GingerLizzy
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GingerLizzy wrote a review Review · Mar 11, 2008

This was actually super!

Oh my, I loved it. At first, I was a bit iffy about it because I thought that you're flow was a bit off, but once you read the end line, it all just slots into place and seems really cute, to be honest. One suggestion; try and vary your punctuation from just a plain old comma.

Ginge

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Adnamarine
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Adnamarine commented Comment · Mar 11, 2008

hehe, good job:) for both the poem and the napkin:)

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aestar101
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aestar101 wrote a review Review · Mar 11, 2008

This was funny. Sweet... sweet, revenge!!!! :D :D :D

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yoha_ahoy
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yoha_ahoy wrote a review Review · Mar 10, 2008

Haha! This is a really cute short poem! I like it! No complaints. :D

~Yoyo 8)

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Pyxis
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Pyxis commented Comment · Mar 10, 2008

This made me laugh... it seemed to flow even though it didn't rhyme.


Great Job! :smt038



Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson