…
Ready…
………………Set…
…………………………………Go…
(to hell.)
Oh,
………………..the lies
we tell. Stones stick,
…………………………………rock will crush
……………these scissors
……………………………………….(dynamite)
I have been running
(playing)
………………with;
…………………………………..but when our
unfurled fists fall,
……………………………………………………………………….paper covers all.
…
Written for Trifecta.
Oooo I like this!
Ro Sham Bo. I am hysterical! The periods are very effective. I’ve only read the title, but I’m fully expecting some (awful) rowing (toward God? or perhaps away from Him … hope you catch my poetry reference), followed by a sham, and then Little Bo Peep sweetly going along her merry way.
Ro, ro, ro your bo…
I’ll row your bo.
Paper covers all. Damn straight. On one hand, this means that no matter what happens, writing makes it all better. On the other hand, no matter how close you dance to the gates of hell, with scissors no less, the Bible still trumps it.
We tell stones, “Stick!” And they do. Why do people want to throw them? And FYI, I also see “Wet L.”
Paper covers all. No, you can’t throw a rock through it!
This is so clever and awesome. I really enjoyed reading it!
That first stanza made me laugh out loud! So clever:-)
Really loved this – so clever! penny
Nice. Learned the origin of roshambo, a game I did not play as a kid. So congrats and thanks!
Very interesting and clever twists and turns. I’m in awe.
Wow..I got to learn this …so clever and interesting….Kudos!!! Mine is here
Have you a ROCKING AND BLESSED WEEK!!!
hugs
shakira
Only you!! This is amazing fun, De and then delivers with obscure meaning…nice, very nice!!
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