The shriekingA Poem by KaplanKop
Brandon told me the old lady wasn't home,
So I went round the back of the house and climbed into her garden, There it was, my new shiny orange ball, Two days pocket money that was, Then I heard a shriek, I froze, Turns out it was the couple next door, I could tell by the repeated shrieks, So I unfroze and climbed back over calmly. © 2021 KaplanKop |
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Added on May 5, 2021 Last Updated on May 5, 2021 |