35th president
yet the best in years
Solved all our problems
faced all our fears
Shot In the neck
As the charade arose
Shot In the head
As the whole parade froze
People lined the streets
Waving to jfk
As his chances increase
On election day
Lying there dead
Was john f kennedy
And that was the end of his story
But the begining of his legacy
Authors Note: I don't asually make poetry about this type of stuff but this was for a contest.
