This is going to be about a man in a box. But, to find out what type of box, you have to read it to find out.

I am in a glass box,

my elbows are twisted in a weird position,

My legs are behind my back.

My glass box is one square yard.

Kids are pointing at me,

Parents are chortling at me.

It’s almost time to get out.

Did I tell you that I am a contortionist at the state fair.

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Comments (8)
  • babygirl3605 on May 7, 2010

    how funny lol

  • Atanacio on May 7, 2010

    I thought you wanted us to guess LOL good entry

  • Guy Hogan on May 7, 2010

    Whew! I’m glad he’s a professional contortionist. Otherwise, how could he stand it?

  • mitchey179 on May 7, 2010

    Nicely written Good work.

  • VTech on May 7, 2010

    Good Post

  • Christine Ramsay on May 8, 2010

    A very clever one.

  • Jimmy Shilaho on May 8, 2010

    Interesting post.

  • giftarist on May 8, 2010

    Clever post, friend.

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