Me and Johnny in the garden
Playing on the shed
Johnny falling, falling, falling
bleeding from his head
……….
Johnny on the tarnac
Colour it red
…….
Johnny lying in the garden
I think he's dead.
April 2017
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Author:
Garry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Exactly what it says on the tin. But did he fall or was he pushed? No wonder my pupils think I'm a budding serial killer!
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
It is colorful and with great rhyme, albeit, sad.
Sad but also some dark humour? Or is that just me being wierd
Good write even if the subject is macabre.
I like the contrast of a light happy rhyme over the darker subject.
I have to admit the librarian at school has told me my students are right to think i have issues. But what does she know.
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