Anything Goes!

The Story (Poem) of How I Put All 20 Words In My Entry
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Well, I picked up my CRAYON, the FLUORESCENT one, and decided that I would send in an entry that used all the words in numerical order! Wow!

Why play CHECKERs when I can put a NOOSE in a rope and hang myself?

You might think I just stepped off a flying SAUCER, or that maybe I am trying to escape from an unwanted wedding ENGAGEMENT. Why else would I attempt such a task as this?

I'll admit that throwing myself into a volcano full of hot LAVA, or pulling out my TOENAILs one by one, might be easier than this. But hey! I'm not going to buy that new GAZEBO I want by selling my mother's SAPPHIRE ring. For one thing, she would kill me!

No, don't go playing VIOLINs for me. I'm not singing a sad song. I really believe I can win this JACKPOT.

For one thing, I love to eat PICKLEs. For another, I already have a SCAB on my knee. So those two words are no problem.

I admit CROCODILE might be a hard one to fit in, but my brain hasn't gone NUMB yet. They don't call me the PIRATE of Words because I am asleep on my feet making a frightful SNORE. I am wide awake, Baby. My EYELASH is hurting because my eyes are so wide open!

What do you mean this isn't a story? Now you get off your BROOMSTICK and don't be a witch...

If this isn't fiction, then what could it be?
A poem or an essay or a brief reverie?
It has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
I even threw in a few rhymes for my friends.

So call it a story-poem and we'll all be quite happy.
Now excuse me, Miss Pretty, I must take my nappy.


Steve Ellen
January 31, 2004