// Uh so.. This poem.. Some events occurred the day I wrote this which influenced me to write it the way I did. // Please excuse any inconveniences.. //
His name was Timmy
He's kinda slimmy
Today he felt dizzy
Could have been tipsy
Out his chair, he fell
Goodbye Little Bell
Soon, he was dead
I dragged him to a shed
I wacked him in the head
I filled him full of led
// This poem is still in progress.. // If you'd like, you can critique in the comments // You can suggest too //
