The enemy is gone,
Dead, eliminated.
Now as weak as a fawn.
I'm glad it has fled.
Surrendered to my weapon,
And now it lays, dead.
It took me a while
To track it down and kill,
But now it is still, and I smile.
You are wondering why
I have killed someone,
Why I said good-bye.
Well, her is why:
My weapon is a flyswatter,
My enemy a fly.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
RandomI found a bunch of poems from 3rd or 4th grade in my room and they were kind of cute, so I decided to post them.
