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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