TurtleA Poem by Mysty
Our turtle did
Not eat today; Just lies on His back in The strangest Way and Doesn't move; I tickle him Poke him And dangle a String in front Of him; But he just lies There Stiff and cold Staring straight Ahead; Jim says He is dead Oh no I say A wooden turtle Cannot die. © 2020 Mysty |
StatsAuthorMystyAboutI have been writing poetry since my freshman year of high school back in 2007. I sometimes write personal poems in 1st person but alot of my poetry is in 2nd person. I had a bad life in the beginning .. more..Writing
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