the mess

April 27, 2012
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I Through a party
While you were gone,
Didn’t want you to know
So I never picked up the phone.

Even though you called one hundred times,
I still stood and had a fun time.
I hope you don’t mind but we had
Drank all the soda and ruined the projector pad.

So just to say,
Sorry for the mess of cans and boxes on the floor
And I left one last can of silly sting spray
That’s stuck to the door.





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BoosflashThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 28, 2012 at 10:27 pm
Good poem. Only thing is you should be sure to check your spelling; the word is threw, not through. You threw a party. You didn't go through the party the same way you would go through a tunnel. Just sayin. I know you don't need a grammar lesson.
 
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