Let's CelebrateA Poem by P.M. Fox
He was a quiet boy
He was never in trouble He was up for anything And he was very humble. He had friends He had reason He wanted to celebrate He wasn't committing treason. So he went to the pub To celebrate leaving school He decided to leave early And leave his friends to act like fools. But on his way home They came from nowhere Thieves with knives Who was he, they didn't care. No matter how hard he fought He knew this was the end The damage being done No doctor could mend. To make matters worse They brought him home dead To his mothers house With the knife in his head. His parents got worried He had never come home Little did they know He was with their garden gnomes. His mother found him Later that day She wondered what she had done wrong Why she had to pay. That boy is buried In a lonesome grave Where he is honored For being so brave. Those low life scum Lets call them what they are They got away But didn't get far. That dreadful night They crashed their car Now they are finished But they're not where the saints are.
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Added on January 7, 2014 Last Updated on January 7, 2014 Tags: Celebration, Party, Death, Murder Author
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