Peeta's poem
President Snow spun the bottle and returned to his seat.
And it landed on…
Peeta.
Peeta squealed, happy that the bottle finally pointed at him.
"Truth or dare?" President Snow asked, still a bit annoyed by the response he got a minute ago by his fellow Hunger Games characters.
"Dare!" Peeta said, smiling excitedly.
President Snow thought about it for a few moments, until his eyes lit up.
"Okay, let's dare you to… write a poem."
Peeta blinked. "A poem?"
"A poem."
"About anything I want?"
"About anything you want."
"Alright!"
Peeta was excited, and he immediately started working on his poem.
Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to finish writing the poem.
When he finished, everyone leaned forward in their places on the floor, excited to hear Peeta's poem.
"Are you ready?" Peeta asked, holding the piece of paper a bit higher and clearing his throat importantly.
He started reading it.
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"I went to the zoo, to see if I can,
Find the difference between a duck and a man.
I found a duck swimming and eating a fish,
And I knew that that duck could've been a great dish.
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As I looked at the duck, it looked back at me,
And in that moment I knew the duck would never let me be.
It followed me around, making weird noises as it walked,
And in every second I prayed that it would turn into a goat.
~.~
I started to run, the duck was faster,
It tried to bite me, it was a disaster.
I cried and I cried as I kept on running,
The duck didn't leave me and in a moment it was flying.
~.~
The duck got to me and made me fall to the ground,
It sat on my stomach without looking around.
It opened its mouth and asked in a haste,
'Hey,' *pam pam pam* 'Got any grapes?'
~.~
I raised my eyebrows and shook my head,
The duck was disappointed and a little bit sad,
It left me alone and ran back to his pool,
And I closed my mouth finally when I was starting to drool."
~.~
Everyone looked at Peeta with shocked expressions on their faces.
Peeta looked satisfied.
"Yep. It was good, wasn't it?"
Marvel opened his mouth and said slowly, "That… that was possibly the worst poem I've ever heard."
Peeta frowned. "My poem is awesome."
"No. No, it is not."
"Of course it is!"
"You wrote about a duck, asking for grapes."
"I know. I'm brilliant."
"No. No, you are not."
"Shut up, Gale."
Gale smirked at the curse and Peeta frowned at everyone sitting in the circle and looking at him with amused expressions on their faces.
"You have no idea what a good poet I am," Peeta said simply as he got to his feet and moved to the middle of the circle.
He spun the bottle and returned to his seat, still frowning.
And it landed on…
That's the third time I'm making Peeta write a poem. God.
It just entertains me, so I keep making those poems. My poems suck and I know it, but it's SO fun writing them! :D
BTW, I love The Duck Song. I know all of the words. One of my friends made movements to the song, and she always make the movements as I sing it.
So stupid, but this song is just adorable. :)
*Waddle Waddle*
Anyways. Thank you all for your lovely reviews! Over 460 reviews, that's so awesome! We're so close to 500, eeek!
Hope you all have a lovely day :)