To Our Mother
Whisper, whisper
Darling sister
I pray that thee don't tell
To are mother
Or little brother
That father is in the well
We lured and pushed him
Deep down to
It's murky, muddy bottom
As payment for
The night before
Now his broken body is rotten
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The Biggest Competition Ever 2017 - Volume 2 (Weeks 6-10)
PoetryWelcome to Poets Pub's 2nd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - Volume 2. This is a 10 week marathon of poetry contests. Each week we present you with a new poetry challenge, new prompt and new style. Are you up for the CHALLENGE!
