One Glove Packzi

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    One Glove Packzi

    There once was a Paczki from the land of never,
    And he wore only one glove.

    From afros to grease,
    The flames cooked him.

    Vincent Price tried to save him,
    But he was evolving into a Zombie.

    In the end, the only thing that could save the One Glove Paczki,
    Was to flee to another country and bid everyone farewell 50 times.

    Alas, tho, he never made it,
    For the heat of California melted his insides.

    On the ground laid that glove,
    And his owner was wisked away by a helicopter.

    The wind picked up.

    Fairwell, old glove, for you have blown away.

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    melki18 commented on One Glove Packzi

    08-28-2009

    haha,.. these are kinda funny.. it's defintely a first, good job.

    ginga commented on One Glove Packzi

    07-20-2009

    OMG what another creative and enjoyable poem. YOu are so upbeat and it is refreshing! Ginga

    wheelsal commented on One Glove Packzi

    07-14-2009

    At least you have a sense of humor which is rare on this sight. Vincent Price has his boat docked in South Haven Mi. It has never had a motor and was pulled by horses up and down the Mississippi. It is now a restaurant that sits in the harbor and watches the ducks as we throw chips at them.on the Black River.

    optimistic commented on One Glove Packzi

    06-27-2009

    Lol! that was a humurous way of putting it he did have a lot of funny moments as a character, his fame still remained the same. I wonder if london did make him a top celebrity, in my eyes he was a great star. This was a great humurous write in order to lighten up the atmoshpere. Great write.

    WordSlinger commented on One Glove Packzi

    06-26-2009

    I hear that, what a baker he was, he was also The Wiz of delicious donuts, and struddles, and pastries.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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