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I admire how you chew with your mouth closed.
Your refinement will shine as we sit here and dine.
You've enjoyed the gazpacho with port;
Smiled after tasting the raspberry torte;
I suspect you won't mind coffee I'll freshly grind.
I admire that you scream with your mouth closed.
Your manners bear out even during fear and doubt.
I laced the gazpacho with strychnine;
The nightshade grows by the raspberry vine;
You've turned quite blue; I guess dinner is through.
It's nice to see you with your mouth closed.
Your verbal transgressions have been my obsession.
'The rest is silence.'
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Writing Prompt |
The challenge is to write a poem that contains some form of horror or thriller. No more than 100 words. |
Author Notes
'The rest is silence.' is the final line from Hamlet.
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