Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
he had the stage and a storied life he was the thing was the next coming a large head, too Pride had this sister she was fine as all **** a butterbean **** a face that would make a cynic positively smile dimpled and everything but their mom she was like the Yeti Tall Foreboding hairy much like my eventual Mother-in-law and we all hung out at keggers in the back four and a half acres on Friday nights and holidays Pride had, this night, a belly too full a rip roaring thought of swimming across the Clinton River it might have been a bet a challenge from Little Roger the troublemaker that made Pride jump in Or  his  big head that made him sink right to the bottom no problem he was only knee deep and we rescued him took three of us drunk fools but we got him to the bank and his sister all cute in cutoff shorts so tight said should'a let his *** drown all i could see was her camel toe her words seemed to come from some realm of make believe anyways we all floated down that river the next day on innertubes except Little Roger he had walked away disappointed Pride was rescued into a blackberry patch in the dark and gotten bit by a cottonmouth I always have since wondered why Mrs. Hairy McBoom took it so hard.
0
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Pride McBoom
he had the stage and a storied life he was the thing was the next coming a large head, too Pride had this sister she was fine as all **** a butterbean **** a face that would make a cynic positively smile dimpled and everything but their mom she was like the Yeti Tall Foreboding hairy much like my eventual Mother-in-law and we all hung out at keggers in the back four and a half acres on Friday nights and holidays Pride had, this night, a belly too full a rip roaring thought of swimming across the Clinton River it might have been a bet a challenge from Little Roger the troublemaker that made Pride jump in Or  his  big head that made him sink right to the bottom no problem he was only knee deep and we rescued him took three of us drunk fools but we got him to the bank and his sister all cute in cutoff shorts so tight said should'a let his *** drown all i could see was her camel toe her words seemed to come from some realm of make believe anyways we all floated down that river the next day on innertubes except Little Roger he had walked away disappointed Pride was rescued into a blackberry patch in the dark and gotten bit by a cottonmouth I always have since wondered why Mrs. Hairy McBoom took it so hard.
wordvango
Written by
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem