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Why You Always Bring A Map

Contributed by katzie on Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 07:52:42 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



Driving alone the empty paths
I begin to become insecure
What I've seen I've never past
But I'd followed the directions, I was sure

The sun was shining brightly
Scalding hot against my skin
Myself a mess, my hair unsightly
To find my way home, I did begin

I found myself even more lost
I didn't see the boulder before me
From the jeep I was tossed
My head hitting the tree

Unconscious for a while
I awoke in the arrid heat
Standing beside the waters mild
The hot ground burning beneath my feet

With nowhere to go and noone to help me
I began walking along the riverside
Watching out for anyone I could see
A barren land, the looks implied

Catching something from the corner of my eye
A tiny beaver building it's home
I grinned and let out a tiny sigh
I thought that life this land condoned

Then suddenly the beaver went whack
And ran after me like wild
And at my arm it began to hack
Ripping through as it would a tiny child

I howled in pain and kicked it away
And ran up a great big mountain
And climbed up it for about a day
Myself in pain, screaming and shouting

My arm was limp, torn and bloody
As I straggled up the mountainside
I slipped and fell in the lands that were muddy
I wished there was somewhere I could hide

From the human-eating animals
that lived in these lands
What treachery, what scandal!
Was hidden in these sands...

My rescue plane then came for me
Oh joy! I thought, it's over
But then the plane crashed into the trees
And I'd not bothered to duck for cover







Copyright © katzie ... [ 2004-03-30 19:52:42]
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Re: Why You Always Bring A Map (User Rating: 1 )
by Baronhawk on Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 08:18:35 PM AEST
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Ha ha ha nice one and funny too...though I must say a bit frightening indeed. Nice write! beavers?


Re: Why You Always Bring A Map (User Rating: 1 )
by AliB on Wednesday, 31st March 2004 @ 09:44:49 AM AEST
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LOL, thought this was very good, I thought beavers were so cute til I read this, well done.

Ali xx




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