THE GRASS, A BLADE AND MY FINGER
Hey guys I'm back with another poem, but before getting into that how's everyone been, me well I'm doing great, and yes I know some of you are wondering what's up mainly because I would drop a poem or anime battle then until a month passes you see another. Now for that I'm really sorry, I won't forget you guys but I work and after work, I write my poems then I have my personal stuff to deal with so I hardly have any free time, so sorry😣. I'll try my best to update every Sunday from here on. Now let's get on with the poem, this time I'm giving you guys an old fashion rhyming poem called " The grass, a blade, and my finger". This is a kind of funny poem about what love could do, so onto the poem then.
THE GRASS, A BLADE, AND MY FINGER
The grass was high outside the window
Already it touched the top of the sill
It itched everyone's feet and hands
Made us scratched and scratched all until
Daddy lost it and drove to the store
The one about three blocks from our house
Where he bought a blade so sharp and thin
That poor mom shivered like a mouse
Within an hour all the grass was gone
The place was now clean and ahh so grand
Was the feeling of not having to itch
Not having to scratch your feet or hand
There it was just three feet away
The blade that ate all this grass
And right in the shade of a tree
she was, the cutest girl in class
A fool I was to try to impress
such a good and fine-looking lass
For yes the blade I did pick up
To try and cut whatever remaining grass
Chop chop chop went the blade
Cutting the little grass as if it was sand
But of course, a huge stone it hit
Then bounced and took half my pinkie
from my hand
I hollered as I dropped the blade
She heard and ran over while dad came
like a bottle of red wine that got popped
my blood sprayed leaving me in pain
And to the doctor, I was taken
My finger was fixed as I wept
To this day I'll always remember
what a fool I was to now have five fingers
on my right but only four and a half on my left
BY FROST DEATH
That is all for now guys until next Sunday Ja ne.
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