On top of spaghetti
All covered in cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When my small doggie sneezed
It rolled off the table
And into the trash
And then my poor meatball
Was gooey and mashed
My poor little cousin
Fell off of his stool
Poor little Charlie
Fell into the pool
I stole his spaghetti
And took it inside
Without my poor cousin
And his miserable hide
When I was finished
I gave the plate back
And hit my poor cousin
With his Twinkie snack
I ran away laughing
As he fell in the pool
I ran to the neighbors
I am no fool
When I returned home
Later that night
My cousin was grounded
Without his nightlight
I made scary noises
Outside of his room
He jumped out the window
And into the pool
I went to his funeral
All dressed in white
But me and my sister
Got into a fight
(To be continued)
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1 comment:
thats a creepy but creative poem, so many twists, your scaring me again, DAM* IT
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