MY POEM
BLOOD IS RED,
TEARS ARE BLUE
YOU HATE ME
AND FLAKY DOES TOO
I CUT HER NECK UP
PUT THE BLOOD IN A CUP
PEOPLE START TO FLOCK
BUT THERE IN FOR A SHOCK
THERE I AM
HAND ON THE GUN
PEOPLE START TO RUN
I`M HAVING FUN
I AIM FOR TOOTHY`S BRAIN
HE SCREAMS IN PAIN
THERE HE IS,STONE COLD DEAD
AND THE BLOOD IS DARK RED
SPLENDIN COMES IN
COMES IN FOR THE WIN
BUT SOME KRYPTONUT GOT RID OF HIM
HANDY WALKED AWAY
THINKING WHAT TO SAY
I HELPED HIM OUT
BY MIMING HIS SHOUT
WHEN THE BULLET MAKES CONTACT WITH HIS FACE
SHOTS START TO PING
AND PHONES START TO RING
WAITING FOR THE FAT LADY TO SING
BUT I SILENCED HER SONG
WITH A GREAT BIG KER-PLONG
THE SOUND OF MY SWEET PRONG
IM IN JAIL FOR LIFE
WITH NO KNIFE
BUT I STILL HAVE A SCYTHE
"OFFICER LUMPY,CAN YOU COME OVER HERE?"