Reads: 161  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poetic telling of how my character Cynthia became useful in my literary universe!

Submitted: July 24, 2019

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 24, 2019



Born into a family so poor,

With little to eat,

And little to wear,

Where out of a thin metal plate is the door.


Room to move is very little,

But they cannot afford better,

There was a spot where a cat used to lie,

Now all that's left is the smell of piddle.


It seemed that all hope was gone,

For that American family,

But out of the sky fell a robot,

He could do anything even make a bonbon. 


This was just in time,

A robot contest had begun!

So entered in the robot went,

Hoping he wouldn't be beat by a lime.


Together they had won,

A bunch of money was theirs!

She could have taken the money for herself,

But that is not what she had done.


She gave some money to her parents,

Though it wasn't much,

She gave the rest to Maygah,

Who spent it on parts from a guy named Clarence. 


Found she did a person in greater need,

So into her trailer they went,

An idea came to start a club,

And Maygah would lead.


So then was the beginning of Heroes' Meets,

They would come from near and far,

From other dimensions too,

And together they all take their seats.

© Copyright 2020 Violet-Of-Course. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments: