AN: This is the first in the collection of a bunch of cringe worthy poems I made for a vocabulary assignment.
Beware of incorrect punctuation and incorrect usage of words.
I am sorry.
Banquo is Dead!
Oh no, oh my!
Banquo is dead!
Slashed in the throat,
Buffeted on the head!
Betrayed by whom,
He thought were a friend!
Oh no, oh my!
Banquo is dead!
He went for a ride,
As a way to spend time.
With his son he rode out,
Not aware of any crime.
"Flee my son!" He said,
From his body blood was bled.
Oh no, oh my!
Banquo is dead!
Slashed in the throat,
Buffeted on the head!
Betrayed by whom,
He thought were a friend!
Oh no, oh my!
Banquo is dead!
AN: Wow. Banquo is dead.
This reminds me of a movie I made for a project in a group in which we revived Banquo and had him kill everyone.
Good times.
Leave while you still can, for there is more where that came from.