I went to the shop,
and guess who I see,
But the murderous man
looking at me.

I stare in his eyes,
with a feeling of dread,
Before I could speak
I was already dead.

And as I look down
my body lies still
prone on the floor
by the open till.
Michael Edwards

Beware of the shop
Save your money and breath
For the murderous man
Only sells certain death

  • Authors: Willow_Wander, Jacob Bennett, Michael Edwards, theglassman
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  • Finished: December 20th, 2017 13:59
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  • Comment from author about the poem: Well thank you to all people took part in this we made a rather funny poem out of something sierious
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