Spell “Pretty” for Me
A Poem by TTBoy
They made a great team
though it was his dream
He wanted to win the contest
He studied hard
and remembered the card
The show demanded his best
Visions of sounds
and words on mounds
Was all he could focus on
She held his hand
as her number one fan
His fear was all gone
As he took his seat
his heart began to beat
He saw her face and grinned
There were so many others
so many mothers
But he only had one real friend
He thought of the good times
when they would make rhymes
Would even laugh out loud
They would do things together
in all kinds of weather
Boy, they were so proud
Each one took their turn
not too careful to crash and burn
What did he see from afar
He rose to speak
but his voice grew weak
There was his shining star
The word was simple
although not rhyming with pimple
He did not want to lose
His action struck a chord
but the audience grew bored
They all thought it was a ruse
“Spell PRETTY for me,”
said Miss Betty,
“This will be the last word of the night”
“If you are wrong,
we’ll have to say, “So long”
So, we do hope you get it right
“Can you say it in a sentence for me?”
a little reverse psychology
caused the announcer to ask, “Why?”
“Because PRETTY to you is
P-R-E-T-T-Y
But for me it’s M-O-M-M-Y
© 2010 TTBoy