Round One: MMLP vs. Pent UP [OPEN FOR VOTES]

MMLP · 01-11-2016, 03:56 PM

Once a little girl who lost her friend in the fight.
To a different world which was swept from her eyes
but the theft of a life had changed her views.
So in the festive of times the campaign ensues.
It was a major coup when meeting my friend,
two playful youths who’d flee from the rest
to eagerly spend the day from their cribs.
A mischievous jest who played up the pigs
with her grey coloured quiff she stood out of the brood.
The made other chicks go round up in groups
Whilst we'd scout in pursuit of parks in our path
but were not allowed to pursue the barn at the back
The barley would stand to attention and rise
we'd smartly adapt to whatever arrived
staying together despite the winters arid wind
our friendship would thrive with each passing trip
with each laughing fit, giggling in stacks of hay
but we’d have to split once dinner plates had came
the chips and gammon steak, an accustomed option.
In a blink I ate away thinking nothing of it.
Outside she's hunched and scoffing by the bays of hay,
it results in problems as her weight inflates.
As Dad proclaims “she has a matter of weeks,
Im sad to say she has a disease”

Too anxious to sleep in the dampness of night
when I happened to see some flashes of light.
In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong
but it gathered my eyes and soon I was off.
Confused as I was, my persistence had peaked.
I manoeuvred along without skipping a beat,
the pickets were breached and I reached the border
I shifted my feet to a scene of torture.
A secret slaughterhouse, loaded with chains
in disbelief when walking round after closing the gate
before I froze in dismay, just stared in shock
at the ocean of cages preparing stock
and there she was, caged, hunched up and stuck
her feathers chopped off whilst others were hung.
Just strung on a hook. I wavered in shock
as she mustered a cluck, I paced to her slot.
But fainted in horror before I made an approach
i'd awake to a doctor as tamely I spoke
with the faintest of hope I asked for my friend
As Mom breaks my resolve by shaking her head
the pain was immense and has never dropped from my conscious
a day to forget but I aint forgotten what blossomed
that wasn’t the problem, the problems, we've forgot!
I don’t wanna be honoured for being vegetarian, I’m just honoured being one!

01-11-2016, 03:56 PM	#4
MMLP Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 614 Battle Record: 15-16 Champed - Write Week 9 Rep Power: 9768091	WHY I AM THE WAY I AM Once a little girl who lost her friend in the fight. To a different world which was swept from her eyes but the theft of a life had changed her views. So in the festive of times the campaign ensues. It was a major coup when meeting my friend, two playful youths who’d flee from the rest to eagerly spend the day from their cribs. A mischievous jest who played up the pigs with her grey coloured quiff she stood out of the brood. The made other chicks go round up in groups Whilst we'd scout in pursuit of parks in our path but were not allowed to pursue the barn at the back The barley would stand to attention and rise we'd smartly adapt to whatever arrived staying together despite the winters arid wind our friendship would thrive with each passing trip with each laughing fit, giggling in stacks of hay but we’d have to split once dinner plates had came the chips and gammon steak, an accustomed option. In a blink I ate away thinking nothing of it. Outside she's hunched and scoffing by the bays of hay, it results in problems as her weight inflates. As Dad proclaims “she has a matter of weeks, Im sad to say she has a disease” Too anxious to sleep in the dampness of night when I happened to see some flashes of light. In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong but it gathered my eyes and soon I was off. Confused as I was, my persistence had peaked. I manoeuvred along without skipping a beat, the pickets were breached and I reached the border I shifted my feet to a scene of torture. A secret slaughterhouse, loaded with chains in disbelief when walking round after closing the gate before I froze in dismay, just stared in shock at the ocean of cages preparing stock and there she was, caged, hunched up and stuck her feathers chopped off whilst others were hung. Just strung on a hook. I wavered in shock as she mustered a cluck, I paced to her slot. But fainted in horror before I made an approach i'd awake to a doctor as tamely I spoke with the faintest of hope I asked for my friend As Mom breaks my resolve by shaking her head the pain was immense and has never dropped from my conscious a day to forget but I aint forgotten what blossomed that wasn’t the problem, the problems, we've forgot! I don’t wanna be honoured for being vegetarian, I’m just honoured being one!