Megan stared at the stain, horrified. Yesterday she had given Ya-el this copy of The Book for safekeeping. Now, he had disappeared and the torn cover bore the jet black stain of carbonized flesh that testified to a micro-blast from an Org soldier’s weapon.
The Book was safe for now, but her time was running out. Megan sprinted for her star fighter, clutching the last hard copy of the scriptures still in existence.
Messy Megan
Megan stared at the stain, horrified.
And said “This just won’t do.”
She rubbed it with her other hand
And 1 stain became 2.
Megan stared at the stains, horrified.
And said, “I hope Mom doesn’t see.”
Then she dropped her chocolate ice cream cone
And 2 stains became 3.
Megan stared at the stains, horrified;
Ice creamed from head to shoe.
Her mother returned to the kitchen,
“Child, what will I do with you?”
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Wow! Your first story left me wanting MORE! What an imagination! Your second poem was so clever and fun, definitely something a Mom could relate too. I like your "part deux" title :)
