I am Your Father

Posted on June 1, 2011 | 9 Comments

Pick up the pieces of the petals threw
The bride and the groom ran like the wind blew
One had spoken up to why not to wed
Harsh words were spoken the vows never said

The accuser stood hat held in his hands
Before the groom left he threw him the bands
Chest heaving with tears the man held his head
Reached in his pocket then shot himself dead

Story was told later to those not there
Seems the accuser once had an affair
He kept it silent so as not to slur
He stood to tell all I am your father

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9 responses to “I am Your Father”

booguloo | June 1, 2011 at 6:00 PM | Reply

I liked threw, blew better than thrown, blown…

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brian | June 1, 2011 at 6:59 PM | Reply

dang…nice and twisty…i like it! really well done story telling…

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- booguloo | June 1, 2011 at 7:26 PM | Reply
  
  I really appreciate that coming from THE Story Teller! Gratitude accepted and given.
  
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versebender | June 1, 2011 at 8:57 PM | Reply

Nicely done…twists…turns..tragedy. Vb

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- booguloo | June 1, 2011 at 9:58 PM | Reply
  
  Thank you kindly.
  
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Blossom Dreams | June 2, 2011 at 7:21 AM | Reply

Holy macaroni – I really like this one Michael 😀

Awesome story xx

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- booguloo | June 2, 2011 at 7:34 AM | Reply
  
  I haven’t heard that phrase since I was a kid; thanks for bring it up!
  
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knightsheart | June 2, 2011 at 1:28 PM | Reply

Damn you Darth. I ejoyed this poem. Good story telling.

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- booguloo | June 3, 2011 at 10:24 AM | Reply
  
  Glad you seen the link! smiles
  
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