Here's a short poem.
Little Christy wasn't dumb,
Little Christy had some fun.
She met a man who gave her drinks
so She fell asleep by the freaks.
When she woke up,
She felt messed up.
Because her insides were all amuck.
devasted and confused,
Little christy died by the fuse.
Now that little Christy is no more,
She still haunts you by the door.
Sorry if it sounds weird, I made this when I was in 3rd grade.
And I was a little fascinated by death. :/
I have no idea what I was thinking/saying.
I havent written a poem in a long time......
Little Christy wasn't dumb,
Little Christy had some fun.
She met a man who gave her drinks
so She fell asleep by the freaks.
When she woke up,
She felt messed up.
Because her insides were all amuck.
devasted and confused,
Little christy died by the fuse.
Now that little Christy is no more,
She still haunts you by the door.
Sorry if it sounds weird, I made this when I was in 3rd grade.
And I was a little fascinated by death. :/
I have no idea what I was thinking/saying.
I havent written a poem in a long time......