Moved to WIPs after I received critique and edited A LOT. Final, finished poem can be found here.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words shall never hurt me.
LIAR.
Wounds close, bruises fade, bones meld, you can be
healed.Words can never be unsaid.
My mum was yelling at me and I felt crap, so I wrote this. Hence, it is crap.
But it might amuse you.
Preview image © costumeholidayhouse.com
Text © me
Comments
Shoku Says:
Wow, that is good.
I really like how you took the whole whipping thing and turned it into "lashings of the tongue". Very neat idea. 
AnB Says:
wow.
Nanook Says:
The poem, admittedly, doesn't quite appeal to my senses as it should, but the use of irony is skillful, and the preview image is really quite attractive.
Unless that's totally weird of me...
Cookiedust Says:
I like!
Clever use of words, madam.
Smiling Devil Says:
I like it^^, it's definitly not your best, but it's not bad either^^.