I never liked the games they'd play
those boys, who'd wile the hours away
in lines for lunch, or rides, or class
And all that time they'd gruesomely ask
"Would you rather" that or this
from hearing a roar or a rattlesnake's hiss
to death by rabbits or death by goats
Allergy to water, or inability to float
But midst the nasty situations splayed
in this yucky game that boys would play
when faced with sleep loss or hunger's pains
I knew from which I would refrain
For while it's not pleasant to hear stomach rumbles
Without sleep, I know, I'd endlessly grumble.
But would I tell those boys? Why no,
Interest in their talk I'd never show
But if I had to pose my own quest,
a dementor or an orc, would you rather best?
Day #299
those boys, who'd wile the hours away
in lines for lunch, or rides, or class
And all that time they'd gruesomely ask
"Would you rather" that or this
from hearing a roar or a rattlesnake's hiss
to death by rabbits or death by goats
Allergy to water, or inability to float
But midst the nasty situations splayed
in this yucky game that boys would play
when faced with sleep loss or hunger's pains
I knew from which I would refrain
For while it's not pleasant to hear stomach rumbles
Without sleep, I know, I'd endlessly grumble.
But would I tell those boys? Why no,
Interest in their talk I'd never show
But if I had to pose my own quest,
a dementor or an orc, would you rather best?
Day #299
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