Hostage

January 23, 2011
By BeeForever SILVER, Nezperce, Idaho
BeeForever SILVER, Nezperce, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go."


I'm being held hostage,
Behind guarded doors,
With nothing to stare at,
But ceilings and floors.

Yes I get lunch,
And yes I get dinner,
But there must be a reason,
Why I keep getting thinner.

They always give me water,
But never any milk,
Now I begin to wonder,
Why my sheets are made of silk.

I look down to see what I'm wearing,
And no it is not pretty,
Truth is, it's one big shirt,
Made of Hello Kitty.

Actually, I'm not hostage,
But that is how I found it,
Because really, Until I clean my room,
I am just grounded.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece a few years back, varying a bit. I was grounded until I cleaned my room, and I hated cleaning, so I just sat in my room most of the time. I thought it was pretty funny, so I'd like to share it with you. Please rate and comment!!!

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on Jul. 25 2011 at 2:08 pm
RoundRobinGirl GOLD, Craigmont, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
"Cowboy up, puss."

B, this soooo you! I can totally relate, too!


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