John Stroud

Friday Night Lights (Not)

Put away the dishes.
Those are my wishes.

Not in a half. Not in an hour.
Do it right now before I turn sour.

Do the dishes. It's a simple chore.

All she hears is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So she Ignores.

I want to go to the football game on Friday Dad.

All I hear is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So that's to bad.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 8, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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  • Candy Larock (2/13/2007 4:24:00 AM)

    I can see it happening great job!

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  • Alison Smith (2/8/2007 8:43:00 PM)

    Got one back... until the next time....

    Alison

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