Metal Monster
By Don and Anderson
The soda Machine Loomed quite tall
It looked like a giant metal monster
and me, i was dying of thirst
i needed a drink - that was all
it was time to make my choice
i then put my two dollars in
knew it was alive as it grabbed it
i guess i just couldn’t win
why did it steal my money?
and why did it laugh at me?
what’s the benefit to him?
i’m confused as i can be
I didn’t have anymore money
I needed to quench my thirst
it was easy to see this day
was going to be my worst
a thought occurred to me
i’ll simply pull the plug out
but the monster wasn’t happy
I’m sure that i heard him pout
as i felt so sorry for him
a heard this metal monster cry
a sad face on my monster now
you'd think he was going to die.
Then the coolest thing occurred
my soda, it dropped down and out
Monster and i became good friends
sharing is what it’s all about
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Comments: 15
so together we wrote a poem and story about it. This of course is the poem. Cheers, Don
Thanks for stopping by. Cheers, Don
she has a sense of humour and loves playing on the brink;
took my cash one day, held on to it without releasing treasure
when I slapped her on the backside she coughed up two for good measure
and to this day I would swear she laughed
and asked me roughly for my autograph
P.S. must be a she which male produces edible from inside the body ?
Nice touch Don et al.
Crafting everyday things so interestingly takes a keen and perceptive mind.
Thank you for sharing this with The Surreal Circus.