There once was a man,
Who had no hand.
So was his wife,
Who had no life.
Their son,
Who did little more than run.
Their friends,
Who had met their ends.
So their life,
That was more to strife.
That is The End,
No more to start again.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poem.
PoetryI came up with this randomly. I did NOT make this to make anyone feel depressed, I repeat, I did NOT make this to make anyone feel depressed! Thank you.
