Hi, Abby is my name,
Murdering is my game.
My mommy died when I was born,
This left my daddy torn.
At first he hated me but he changed his way,
He taught me lots of things, even a special way to play.
He got me dogs and cats so I could train,
I learned lots of skills to help with my game.
I was soon good enough to play with people,
But Brandy got suspicious and now she wants my daddy.
She couldn’t take my daddy so I played my game with her,
I thought she died but she did not. What I did next is all a blur.
I played with a lot of people on my way even her best friend,
Now my daddy is free,
But the police are after me!
YOU ARE READING
Abby.
PoetryShe is just a five year old girl, yet she does everything a little girl shouldn't. Her dad made her this way after the tragic death of her mum. This is her poem.