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Post by Artemis on Nov 8, 2009 7:13:02 GMT -5
He sat and waited grumpily Knowing revenge was near, He’d overstepped the mark last night Now his heart was filled with fear.
He’d drink in his local every night, No smiles, nor words of kindness. Although his vision was twenty -twenty His life was plagued by blindness.
He laughed at the less fortunate And folk who had lost their way; Took pride in being miserable As he rudely had his say!
His wife had left him years ago So tired of his nasty ways, Although he smirked as she walked away The sun had lost its rays.
He built a house from rescued windows, Once adorning happy homes ~ Lived in the middle of loneliness His misery darkly roamed.
Last night he’d had a beer to many, Insulted the landlord’s wife! A kinder soul you’d never meet And her husband’s anger was rife!
Soon enough the landlord came Armed with catapult and stones, Not a pane of glass was left A skeletal house, a bag of bones!
The moral to this story is For the people in glass houses ~ Don’t throw stones, be kind instead Especially to landlord’s spouses!
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Post by carousal on Nov 9, 2009 5:59:42 GMT -5
Ah I know that type too well Kerry and wish I had the patience and understanding of my wife who will be prepared to spend her time with them. But I’m a very much hands on person, if I can do anything positive to help, I’m there, but I’m not a good sounding board for miseries.
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Post by Dr Fogg on Nov 9, 2009 6:34:04 GMT -5
Witty and clever, sound like this a...hole got all he deserved. You wrote this with a truly confident skill that belies the fact that you are a mere woman.
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Post by Artemis on Nov 9, 2009 7:39:19 GMT -5
Thank you Cari ...
Foggy you deserve such a SLAP for that comment .... ;D
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Post by kellygreen on Nov 24, 2009 23:02:54 GMT -5
This was a wonderful story and I enjoyed the rhyme.
kelly
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