A sonnet I had to write in English class about Freddy. I submitted in on but don't think it will do good. It is a Shakespeare sonnet. R and R
Death is in our dreams, fear of being found
All of us children, running and hiding
We need to be quiet, don't make a sound
Hurry up, our parents are denying
He will come, to find and kill us all soon
Pain and suffering will come at each bound
One has already run, 'come a typhoon
Of blood. When you sleep you go round and round
This man will come, in his brown, strange old hat
Your friends will always be the first to go
He comes where you are always hiding at
He is going to be your biggest foe
He will kill you with his four-bladded glove
So you better watch out, he has no love.