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A little girl sat on the ground with a box in her hand
I thought it might've just been full of plain old sand
She smiled and her buck teeth showed through her grin
Our eyes were in connection except when I took a sip of my gin

Drunk as a bat I did not know what to do or say
I just watched the little girl sitting there today
I had to be dreaming, I tried to tell my doubt
It was answered with a simple pout

I stumbled over almost losing grip of the drink in the brown paper bag
It was the cheapest one on the shelf said the price tag
The girl was sitting there still with her hands holding the red box
She had freckles that dotted her face as though she had chicken pox

Her flaming red hair was tightly wound up in a series of curls
And around her neck was a single line of exotic white pearls
She couldn't have been more than the age of eight or nine
And right next to her as she sat there, was a STOP sign

Regardless of what the stop sign told me to do or what not to do
I still continued on slowly, as though I was in a slow moving queue
I finally got to be in front of the little girl and I dropped to my knees
"Would you?" she asked me, and I frowned in confusion. "Play my game, please."

I nodded not knowing what the outcome might indeed bring
She opened the box and an angelic voice started to sing
I thought I had drunken too much but this way beyond a joke
I needed to go home, get sober, hit the bath and just soak

"You are the one that has made here to this park
You are the one that has ignited my spark
You have now been tricked into believing that this little girl is real
Before I am over and you have been lost, her name is Lucille."

I don't know what happened next but the next thing I remember I was at home
Or I think I was, until I saw the sign at the end of the tub 'Welcome to Rome'
I've learnt my lesson I have concluded
That drinking makes me even more deluded

Not another sherry or another vodka down the hatch
Not another pint of beer or so, or even possibly a batch
I think I know what this girl was really telling me in the end
I should stop writing poems about my drunkness, but when?


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amazing wow o_o

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Thanks Jos XD

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Not bad at all for a random poem. I would've wanted to see more metaphors but that's just me. It was nice how you left untold what happened after he opened the box in my opinion, and ignoring a few spots the rhyming was brilliant. Maybe a bit more descriptions would've served the poem better (for example, what was the box like besides the color?), but you were able to express the story smoothly and in a way that was well-written and that's what's important. I personally found it inspiring. Good work.

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